Riley At 56
the blue in his eyes is beginning to fade
he looks sad and puzzled most of the time
his next girlfriend will be
the next woman he meets
and his last one he barely remembers
he calls himself old: "it got here so fast,"
he says, with a rueful look
as he tips the waitress a bit too much
and heads on out to the car
where he keeps his bottle under the seat
for emergencies, he says, winking,
and trying to smile.