In a Gin Bar

I was in a gin bar
not drinking gin.
That's not my thing,
I, I'm more of a pint kind of guy.

In fact, not many in 

were drinking gin.
The favourite plonk 

was Sauvignon Blanc.

The barman, who was French and wore a nose ring
was operating
in an 'it's my first day' 

kind of way.

He was struggling with the till
couldn't find any Peroni or still water

both items in the same order.

The next lady in the queue had a question 

about the Sauvignon.

She must have had a reason

To ask is 'it from New Zealand?'

The barman, (I think his name was Lilian)
instantly replied: 'No, it's Chilean.'

At this point, to my frustration
I lost track of the conversation
I must have been distracted
Because I don't know how the lady reacted

If she said yes it shows she was fine 

with New World wine.

So why ask in the first place

If there's not that much difference in taste?

Or perhaps, in hindsight,

She might have agreed to be polite.

But did she say 'no'?

Maybe choose a Bordeaux.

Or just turn on her heels and go?

We'll never know.

Part Company

It would be nice to make a dignified exit

No kicking, no screaming

No praying, no pleading

We can't be together and so

Say a few words then I'll go

It would be nice to make a dignified exit

Don't feel diminished

Because it has finished

My heart

Knows it's the right time to depart

It would be nice to make a dignified exit

Don't feel bereft

About the fact I have left

Try to smile

You won't notice I've gone in a while

It would be nice to make a dignified exit

I shouldn't be grieving

when it's me that is leaving

but I know

it's the right time to let go.