Brad Yoder

you had on a tossle cap
afraid to let me see
that you'd gone bald in your thirties.

but I thought you beautiful
before you opened your mouth
and once you did
your fingers, made me dance

i listened to you
and you saw me too
you had to close your eyes
not to get distracted

we were worlds apart
in that cafe
but those five minutes
we spent together

could have been a whole romance
for as little as I had left in my purse
for your glass tip jar