Without the Sweet and Low

I wanted coffee with my sugar;
in search of, went into a bar,
and sat right next to a good looker.
She said: you’re close, but no cigar.

“Get you a drink?” I asked, politely.
When she agreed, I said: “a scotch?”
She shrugged her shoulders, nodded slightly,
did not protest the choice too much.

Bartender pours the girl a tulip,
then points to me: what do you drink?.
I take a moment but to think,
and say “I’ll settle for a julep”.
then ask the lady: “can you pay?
They took my credit card away”.

Author notes: image from author prompt to GPT