gkpoetry

They crowd the tiki bar for drinks and beer
Entwined, the give and take of group voir dire.
Bikini clad women, the men less bold,
They cast about and crave what might unfold.

G ‘n Ts and colorful spritzers flowing,
Upbeat assertions coming easily,
Their reverie each passing minute growing
At first afar then nearing dreamily.

Their tongues are loosened in alcohol’s way,
Cavalier silliness arrives to stay.
Little else occurs in this spillway of hope,
And denizens drift to quietly mope.