I Wish ...
By Jon Deisher
She handed me the menu but I didn’t get her name.
Then she poured my cup of coffee and I’ll never be the same.
The other chair was empty, and she asked if she should wait.
"Yes ... take the order later, my blind date lady's late.”
So she wiggled to the counter on shapely, silken legs
To get a patron's order of French fries, steak and eggs.
I sipped my coffee slowly and she winked as she walked back,
And I slurped it as she whispered, “Need a warm up, Mack?”
While I held my cup out loosely and she topped if off with Joe,
My eyes took in her cleavage, she smiled and said, “Ya know?
Your date has kept you waiting, a thing I’d never do.
Why not take me home? You’d learn a thing or two.”
I almost dropped my cup and choked on my last sip
The simple word “Okay!” quivered on my lip
Then, suddenly my date showed up apologetic,
My unsaid word quickly morphed to, “Uh ... forget it.”
But, I wish ….
Causes Jon Deisher Supports
Rotary International, Alzheimer's Association, Alaska Blood Bank