adventurous
I waited on your table
you smiled and met my gaze.
You dropped your bag
I picked it up
then
you picked up the tab with interest
and we stepped into a cab
I left the dickie bow below.
We trudged the last 20 metres in the snow
to the steps by the pure white hedgerow
We slept and then we talked for days
and then I said goodbye
and said thanks for the tip
The waiting was over;
I had found my true love.
I went back one evening
and stared at the door
I froze on the steps by the green hedgerow
the rain stopping my cigarette's trail.
My thoughts of you returned quick,
remembering your tip:
'Never trust a woman in a cafe who drops her bag,
lets you pick it up (if you work there), then tears a fiver
in half and says the rest of the tip will follow later.