2 Taps of the Cane

She sits by him
Prim petite
Eyes batting
His direction
So sweet
She pats his
Stiff shoulder
Manicured nails
Stark contrast to the
Cold rails

2 taps
Nothing less
Nothing more
Bristled old cane
Tapping
His arms
Refusing the wrapping

Thin lips pursing
Hand drops
Her kind rubbing stops
Wait for it
Because you know it'll come
She looks at him again
Honey's smacking her
Chewing gum
Thin, rail arm reaches
Pleading
It beseeches
Softer, now the rubbing
Honey
She just needs some loving

2 taps
Nothing less
Nothing more
Bristled old cane
Tapping
His arms
Refusing the wrapping