sensibility

his awkward pause
punctuated by
the creak of her shifting thighs
on weathered Naugahyde
and her paper straw sensibility
twists like an ulcerated stomach
as her eyes apprise
the omens at the bottom
of a "bottomless coffee cup"
she knows what's up
in the jukebox ether
she awaits the serrated blade
of her executioner
in the pause
before the end begins