Red’s Leather and Velvet Bar
It was the kind of bar,
that makes you happy
to give it all your money.
A classic 1950’s speakeasy
architecture, long seductive bar
with a back lit display
of rare and expensive booze.
The waitresses wore more ink
than tight mini-skirts
and the skirts were tight.
Tight enough to show
they had nothing to hide,
especially the one who climbs
the ladder to the top shelf.
I fell easily under its spell,
and ordered a Communist.
A gin martini with a cherry
and hammer and sickle,
made out of hot sauce,
