I work in a saloon

Pulling shit pints
For shit wages

It's a busy night tonight

And the bar is full of
All the girls I've ever shagged

Or tampered with  or kissed

Or even just fancied

A pub full of conquests
Knock backs

Between the laughter

I can here my name

And then

Through the gap
Between the swing
Doors and floor

I see your feet

You push open the doors
And walk in

And as always all heads turn

And the room becomes silent

Except for the sound or your
DM's scuffing on the floor

You stroll through
The jealous gaze straight
To the bar

Smile  and ask for
Some exotic cocktail

But I don't know
How to make it

So you just shrug  smile again

Turnaround and leave

And I pull another pint