She asked if he had absinthe
He told her she would know great bliss
You needn’t give your name
Come right this way

She asked if he had more cocaine
He said you’re done here
You won’t come this way again
She eyed him quizzically
He laughed and put her on the list

She asked if he had heroin to serve
He said you’re done girl, mixed with China White
He said three times a charm
She didn’t know him, viewed him quizzically
Without alarm
He didn’t need a list. Good memory