turning left to the ladies

Turning Left to the Ladies

Spy 

I parachute into man’s country,
hoist my beer in the bar as if native.

Cool, I talk shop, stand as they stand,
not quite sure
of the cocky swing of hips,
lift of the glass in a loud bass,
confidence laughing. 

This is the world of the knowing.
It’s only a small slip into a minor key
when I turn left to go to the Ladies.