she lived down the hall and around the corner
what she wanted was someone who
cared enough to be soft
what she usually ended up with
was twenty five dollars and a
black eye
or occasionally the promise of
breakfast down town
i could hear the rhythm of her
business on a good night
and the hollow emptiness of her
room on a bad
sometimes she'd stand at her
door with that five dollar smile
and sort of a half promise in
her eyes
Copyright© michael dennis/fast eddie press 1979