Good Morning Good Bye
I awake like Martin Sheen in” Apocalypse Now” staring at the ceiling fan. Wondering where I was, It looks like an inner loop rental. Hardwoods , ancient. The bed is so comfortable I could lay here all day . I need to get out of this bed, but she wrapped around my waist. Long blonde hair across my stomach. I look at her body indeed weapons grade long legs small firm breasts flat stomach leading to a blonde landing strip. An actual natural blonde.   I know she’s a single mother my clothes are laid into a flat bloke. If I lay still she might  not  wake up.
Hazy memories  from last night. The tall, thin, blonde at the bar noticing each other. Noticing each other the ancient contract being invocated. I walked over some wanker who wouldn’t shut the fuck up, then dropping him. Leaving the bar quickly. I will gave to apologise to owner to be let back in. I will work up an act of contrition, “I am sorry, I glassed, that wanker, and promise not to do it again.”  Her place fevered undressing no conversation other than lets try…,  contortions   of petites morts  rolling  across her across her face., some porn star moans. Playing then asleep.
I need to use all my skills to get out of bed. I must get to the bathroom. I slowly slide off the bed onto the floor . I wish I could get my shades from my jacket, it is unreasonably  bright. My head is pounding . I try to quiet as possible brushing my teeth with my finger.
I flush there’s a knock at the door , and she says  Towels under the sink  by, shampoo , soap in the shower,  the way my name is Lyric.”
“Thank you, I am Jay. I am going to pillage your soap and shampoo” I answer I climb into the claw tube and close shower curtain. I get the water right shampooing my hair. I feel something open eyes to see Lyric  in with me.. We wash each other wordlessly, and then towel each other dry. She leads  I go to bedroom I smell coffee. I hold my towel and walk to my clothes. Watching her climb into and hoodie.
I follow her to the table. I  sit and she  goes to counter starts  getting cups
Lyric looks over her shoulder, and says’, “How do you take it?”
“Black and proud”” I answer. I start to rap out a cigarette, and
Lyric said no smoke in here lets go on the porch. I put on shades and follow. Lyric makes small talk. While I smoke. I wait a polite interval, and  say ,”Lyric I have a few things.””
Wait one minute Lyric runs inside comes back.  With a cup hands to me and tucks a slip of [paper into my pocket, and
Says’ “keep the cup” giving me  a small kiss . I walk to my car the number falls’ out. I don’t stop to pick it up.
I get in my car lower window’s and say “Good morning , good bye!” I drive towards my flat, without looking back