Self-Mockery From the Front Porch Steps

I sit out there
on the front porch
surrounded by thousands
but feeling seclusion
draining back Old Style
after
Old Style
after Old Style
feeling the drain
of the 8 hour work day
I sit out there
on that same front porch
day
after day
after day
looking for that one girl
I see
at the train station at 7:20 a.m.
every morning
I sit out there
on the same front porch
acting like
I’m not looking at the passersby
while I’m actually
looking
hoping
that
that damn girl
with the
short brown hair
light brown eyes
D-cup (at least) breast
flashy dressing
pink pink lipped girl
will come
walking by
Then maybe
hopefully she’d know
where I live
and maybe
hopefully
she’d smile that smile
walk up on to this same front porch
introduce herself
drink a beer with me
and we’d be
hopefully
inseparable from there
But no
I sit out there
on that same porch
drinking
hoping
waiting
wishing
that she’d just walk by just once
while I chuckle to myself
and quietly mutter
"Boy, if they only knew you were that desperate"