Open Poetry #26 |
Burlington At Closing Time |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
She staggers with a gentle roll six tricks into the night, loose behind the day's handful of 'ludes looking just a little down on luck. She'd been a beauty in the years she remembers in her dreams, it shows plainly through the lines etched deeply by make-believe and memories of other lines of nameless men; she and time had never managed to be friends. When morning comes, she'll ache alone; she'll shake in runny daylight dripping through a greasy window, on a face trying not to throw up on the floor; she'll smoke a joint, read poetry and cry about a lover from too many years ago. After dark, when the tears are dry, when it's time to make the rent, if the phone won't ring she'll do the bars and work short time again. Good luck or bad luck doesn't matter to her now, she's a hundred dollar hooker working hard and dying in a twenty dollar town. ©2003 by icebox |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
Well written and sad. I can imagine many live this way, or worse. The thought is heartbreaking to me. Your talent is enjoyable for you seemed to create a situation which seems very real. Hugs, Pat |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you for reading. I appreciate your comment. It is true that not all lives are joyful. |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
nicely written It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Thank you for reading. |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
icebox - wonder what the span is of that 100 dollar hooker in a twenty dollar town... BC |
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