Elks Lodge Beauty Contest

(circa 2015)
 
The Saturday evening

pork chops, sour kraut and
 
mashed potato dinner is filling.
 
The rock band is fairly good,

the steel  pedal guitar's swells and bending

make the sad songs FEEL sad.
 
The square bar is full of round people
 
as I sit at a small high table
 
against the back wall with Tiffany.
 
Tiffers is a blue-eyed blond and shapely.
 
A drunk woman passes us
 
on the way to the bathroom;
 
she points at Tiffany and says,
 
“You are beautiful.” 
 
The tired looking,  sassy

she drunk points at me,

 loses her smile and says, 
 
“You are okay looking.”
 
The drunk person says what
 
the sober person thinks.