Come here often.

I noticed you from across the room,
What do you say stranger?
you whispered.
I say, freezing gusts are more welcoming,
You and your cowboy get-up and whip
this childish dream you are living
You move on.
Your eyes sparkle,
Buy you a drink sugar?
you ask me.
I say, sharp glass would have better chances,
You and your oily head and dirty smell
and mothball suit.
Be gone with you and your silver hair.
You move on.
Pardon me, but
Could I sit here?
You quietly speak.
I say, What do you want stranger?
Your eyes, they sparkle
from across the room.
Buy you a drink sugar?
You say, Begone with you,
and your silver tongue.