Rockaway Lanes

The man lies back as far as he can go

In the lane chairs

And stares over his mountainous

Beer belly

At the commotion in the lanes before him.

He sticks his pinky finger in his ear

And digs

Oblivious to the league activity around him.

He inspects his finger

And wipes it on his pants.

“Nice n easy this time”

He grunts.

A large woman in a bowling shirt

And sweats so tight

That they expose every roll of her cellulitic legs...

Reaches for her ball

As it rolls up the return.

“Stop lofting the ball so much and give it some action”.

“Shut up”

She says.

“I know what I’m doing”.

She is two kinds of woman.

Ugly and uglier.

But it doesn’t seem to matter

To the drunken drooling man

As he watches her set up

With devouring eyes.

He takes a pull on his PBR

And licks his lips

As she poses

Fat thighs together

Huge ass sticking out

Heavy tits sagging over

Her own beer belly.

“That’s it Betty, that’s it, a little to the left. No Jersey this time. Oh yeah, that’s it!”

She ignores him.

The man sits there smiling

Thinking how beautiful

She’s gonna look underneath him tonight.

The woman focuses

Wiggling her ass

As she swings her arm.

She rips an audible beer fart

With the release of the ball.

It lofts too much

Hitting the boards hard

And rolls on over

To the Jersey side.