Wish I was a cool girl
sauntering up to the bar,
owning the world.

I’d order a fashionable drink:
rum and coke, bourbon-neat,
whatever’s on tap.

Instead,  I ponder my mood,
calculate the hours til home,
sip on a soda.

Smiling from the corner,
I catch whispers and glances,
inappropriate dances,

then drive everyone home.