Cashing in on hysterical

there's this guy just off the screen to the right
must be a brown paper bag
what's in the bag?
peanut butter sandwich?
nah, this is a bar, not elementary school
and i'll ignore that
rustling in right eardrum
that's a nice thing that
a paper risp in your ear
might be like he steps to the back of the mound
grinds into a slider powder
'batter up!'
salami sub from down the street?
yeah, wait, no, it's 11 a.m. sunday
noone eats subs this early on sunday
seeing how saturday night's bought
most of the real estate
from its weekend business partner
okay turn the head what the hell
i've got a spine i've got all the muscles necessary
for cranial rotation
oh, rest stop, the camera settles on
bartender white muscle shirt
wrap around flowered skirt
brown freckled shoulders
ahhhhhhhhhhh
who needs brown paper bags full of
wo!
twenty dollar bills
hey now, i wasn't finished counting the petals
stretchin my back
she's got her back to me
cleaning the cash register or something
upper back muscles rippling
triceps doin pushups
she's been exercising
riding a bike, drinking from a plastic
water bottle on a rock in the sun
she a camper, a hiker
she's a bartender, smokes
camel lights
looks me straight in the eye
when she says she's from new hampshire
and you got something behind that question
or you just gonna sit there and look stupid?
oh, i just wanted to talk
to hear you talk see
you talk to me your
mouth move to glance down
peep zap buzz brown
paper bags at the poker machine
ya know, some would say
that money belongs in a little basket
passed into your lap
on a sunday morning
but hey, i know
you play the odds
and the oregon lottery's
got it all over
a second royal flush
i go back to the flowers
i go back to the freckle hey!
whatcha do in new hampshire?
whyju come over here?
what's your middle name?
talk at me
here's my basket there
ain't nothin behind it
just this hysterical coming
this
jackpot