Fast Pitch 2

She was on her third drink in the second hour
at Charlie's place where it was crowded on the dance floor
and the DJ was bumping steady house rhythm, irresistible
as it was for moving she was still on her stool at the bar
contemplating, wishing and dreading what might or might not
be walking through the door any minute now but she'd lost
track of time after the second drink and was no longer
even hearing those thrusty bass lines, she was in her head
repeating the last conversation they'd had over and over
and so she was almost jolted off her seat when
Mr. Slick slid up behind her, hands on her shoulder
index finger on her lips, looking her over, there was no
fast pitch going on here - the move was already working
the whole dynamic into antilogic love madness, she knew...