hey sailor

can i buy you a drink
sailor,
the woman says
rubbing
the back of her
calf wrapped in a
fishnet stocking.
she bats her eyelashes
and winks,
puckering her
ruby red lips.
i'm' not a sailor,
you tell her and as
you can see
i have a drink
in my hand.
this makes her
shake her head
and whisper
in my good ear,
this won't work
if you don't play
along.