Breakfast with the Queen 

He receives a call loud in the quiet of morning .. 

As he trips over his sheets and spread,
Landing with one leg and another wobbly one to catch the
Phone that Saturday morning.

The luscious female chords on the other end says,
"good morning, baby. Sleepin'?"

"Yea," he says. "How's life, sexy?"

"Swell," she responds with the cooing of pure magnetism.
"Let's get together and have a good day of it."

"Christ," he says. 
"I'm not sure. I know I have something already planned."

"Yea, what?" 
she asks as the ensuing silence rakes over the leaves of the 
wheezing phone line.

"Wait," he says.
"Let me think about it. It's early for me and not hitting me yet."

"All right, baby," she responds. "Don't be pulling any shit, though."

"Ok," he comes back. 
"Let me throw on some coffee. I'll talk to you soon."

"Sure. Don't forget," she concludes.

As he clicks the talk button 'off',
He threw the phone on his bed and walked to the kitchen for some time with the percolator. 

From the corner of his eye,
He notices a ticket to London on the coffee table.

Shit, well," 
He thinks.

Immediately .. he picks up the phone and 
Tells his gal he's on for the day.

One blown date deserves another good one.

Though .. he can't get it out of his mind .. 

He missed one helluva breakfast with the Queen.