the date

half his age
you suspect that she might
be his daughter,
but then you
see her stiletto heels
and tight
short dress,
her puckered lips glossed
red
and you realize that at some
point money
might be exchanged.
his hair is dark as oil
spilled
off the Alaskan coast.
his glasses thick
and steamed as he bends
down
to fork and spoon his pasta
into his mouth.
he can hardly wait
to finish
and get home, the young
woman trailing
behind him
as he heads for the door.