Like Double Oh Seven
The fantasy is you're smooth as a certain British agent; however, the truth is a lot less noble.
Always shaken,
but not stirred.
I try playing cool,
like double-oh-seven
would do.
I wait at the bar,
looking for
my Bond girl.
But that cool goes
the moment
my femme fatale
takes a seat
near my well-worn stool.
I stay mute,
shaking,
trying to get
one smooth line
to part my lips.
Yet, I know
it'll roll out
like a ball missing its number
on the spinning roulette.
So I don't try
and sit there,
sipping my beer,
remaining silent
like an undercover agent.
So my
Bond girl
Can see me
at least
not stirred,
even if I'm shaken.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
I wrote for college and local newspapers, magazines and the Internet (30 years). I have degree in journalism, masters in special education (and credentials), and certificate in screenwriting. Also, a special ed. teacher (25 years)
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