the strip club for lunch

we

stop into a bar,

randomly,

to get out of the rain.

there's a woman

dancing

on a round

stage.

she's nude, except

for a pink

fuzzy boa

around her neck.

amazingly

despite her age,

she stands on her head.

we can easily

look up

her address.

we order drinks.

take off

our coats.

we order sandwiches

and snacks

as the girl

keeps dancing

under the blue lights.

how quickly we tire of her

after seeing

it all

for a few minutes.

Jimmy

takes a bite of his tuna

sandwich, wiping

mayonnaise from his chin,

then yells out,

next.