Drunk guy with toy bottle says
“God bless you!”
to the lady he failed to pick up on the Number 3 Uptown.
“Imma leave you alone,” he says,
Then asks how old she is.
“Goddamn! You forty three? You don’t look twenty seven!
“How old you think I look?”

He’s worn. Looks about fifty.
“Forty?” He shouts “God bless you! I’m sixty! I swear!”
I can believe it.
We enter a louder area as the train nears its station and the conversation is lost. She exits.
He’s left, bereft of his company.
“Goddamn,” he says, “sixty…”
He finishes his drink, tossing it down.