Mustard

I tried to call you
from the corner of the bar
in which I'd marked my territory
with a stench of rum
and stains of mustard
which had squirted everywhere
after I had been over forceful
with the sachet
but you did not answer.

I tried again, it rang and rang
at the other end of the bar
a mobile phone rang
and a girl answered straight away
saying the words
I wanted to hear.