Hallucinations

She walked up to me
looking dissatisfied,
Hair impeccebaly held straight
A gait, tested and tried.

She wanted to say something
and not appear rude,
My greys bristled with my black
when she didn't begin with, 'dude.'

Her skirt didn't know where to end
White on black, her cropped top did,
Eyes that laughed, lips not so
Smiles or sarcasm, all under a lid.

Before I knew, she had turned around
Pirouette, and a wavy hand,
A curvy back walked away
Taking my gaze, from where I stand.