waiting...

Charlie Mae waits, it has been two hours. she continues to cross her legs, every time she thinks about her james, armpits over his back, legs wrapped around his waist, eyes closed, when she snaps back into reality, she sighs, and anger ensues. She looks at the payphone in the corner, a war begins in her mind, call him, dont call him, you need that, naw you need to call him and cuss him, she taps on the bar, the bartender steadily cheesing in her face, he fills her drink, and she suddenly begins to drink faster. "i am losing my cool", soft smile, eyes full of sadness, these are the second words she has spoke to him, other than "jack straight up". Mr. Bartender notices the gap in between her front teeth, "damn you beautiful girl", charlie mae stares, until he walks away. she gets out of her seat, and walks to the jukebox, howling wolf "moaning for my baby", she sits back down, and stares in the mirror behind the bar, the tears start, and she doesnt wipe them away, her heart is a beast, that overtakes her, it begins a storm, she puts her head down, laying on her arms, deep sighs...."you okay sugar", she moans "nooooooooooo, and buries her head in her own arms. pull it together honey, wish good thoughts, she sits up, neck straight, (mantra) i will not be affected, lights a cigarette, pays the bartender, walks out, and switches down the street, switching to the horn blowing, and catcalls from the streets......