Dixie was her name

in the eighties,

yes, way back then.

i had a bartender named Dixie.

slender blonde

with blue eyes

and pig tails. she looked

like she just

came out of a fjord in Norway.

she had an ice

cold miller light in a bottle

waiting for me

on the bar

as soon as i came down

the steps at Bojangles

on M Street

in DC.

we would talk, and flirt,

but never

cross the line.

there was definitely

some pitter patter of the hearts

between us, but

her being the bartender

and me being me,

some dude off the street

drinking beer and dancing

awkwardly

to Fleetwood mac, etc.

it never went anywhere.

then she was gone.

word was that she moved

to Colorado

with some guy she met

here at the bar.

i've never recovered.