After One A.M.

Roy F. Barrows

In a car
down the road
from the bar
where the man
danced topless
with the girl
who was sick
in the john,
I kiss a five dollar investment--
the curfew girl,
as she ducks the lights
of a passing car.

Later as Adam and Eve
(our real names secret)
with bladders bursting,
we separate
to find our trees.