Its a modestly cool night For loitering outside In a strip club parking lot
You wear a grim repose Echoing dark windows On the shuttered shack
Between us, cars pass - Their drivers all map Other destinations, not taking Invitations of instant pleasure -
But there you stand, smoking cigarettes Across the busy street.
I think you're unusually thin for something so hungry, For something with its mouth open so wide Taking brutal bites out of any other blind enough To come too near.
I watch with caution in my throat Until you stumble back inside For the hot girls And the cold beer.
~CRH June 2012 Note: Feel free to share my work with others, but please use my name if you do