the girl/woman in black and tulle stands 
at the bar behind the wood and glass showcase 
and bottles, to be talked at by the man 
who wants a drink or bite of the orange 
fruit that sits in bowls of glass or 
perhaps he is proposing a bite of her, 
asking if she thinks maybe he still has 
what it takes to do a little number on 
her favors.  she is waiting for the next 
one in line.  and he's too busy crying 
and cajoling to notice that he's just 
trying to find the door to his own truth 
(or force himself onto someone else's) and so 
he begs for the consumption of the barmaid, 
because he believes that the knock of youth 
can change and open the knock of loss.