She leaned on him as he staggered
Bare footed she trod the neatly tarred road while her hands wore the shoe
With tie lying loosely on his neck he held his jacket with one hand
The other, her waist and then they fell, yet up again.
As they walked, they smiled and occasionally laughed
Defying death they took to the middle of a four road high way
Motorists considered them crazy
They saw themselves immortal and invisible
She looked at him the umpteenth time with so much passion
And in the heat of it their lips joined
‘Look, there is a hotel!' She screamed.
It was not unusual, it was downtown
Both, the cynosure of eyes in the city
Ten hours ago he was in the Supreme Court arguing the biggest suit in the country
Six hours ago, she audited the federal government account
But at this moment, ethics has no meaning
His credit card and the receptionist voice sealed the deal
‘Room 454 it is. Do have a nice night sir/ma'
The result of their meeting at the bar two hours earlier
Alas, their clothes fell off
Sobriety would arrive in the morning
At dawn, they would realize they had slept in a hotel
And make acquaintances of each other.
Then also would the bar refill its barrels for launch next Friday
The reason it is called happy hour.
