Mint

Down in Mississippi

after hours juke joint

playing for drinks

few dollars, cents.

She came up close

close enough to taste

her mints

on her puffy lips.

I got back on stage

plugged into Marshall

grabbed the microphone

told her a few things.

I watched her eyes

dance towards the floor

I jumped down, began

to groove.

End of song

time to close the joint down

find out how those mints

really taste.