A $1.35 Date

A $1.35

 

 

Everyone else as soon be
Drunk or asleep

The black jazz bar maiden, w***e house keeper

I pay a $1.35
To use her wet
To smell her pits
To swoon at her gutter gutturally
To walk in my mind’s clouds and her perfumed street steam

The black jazz bar maiden, w***e house keeper

I stare at her curves and street light pimples
Muse at her pimp pubes and sweep them from my stop light writing
Her tits naturally hang, the self jotting cleavage shadows
Inspiration fills them with jobless fat that men cry in
I’ll sleep on this softness
This chocolate cake dream poet insight

The black jazz bar maiden, w***e house keeper

She’ll tap her street fingers with cabbie painted fingernails
She’ll swivel her wide wind hips
Shake me to the hot core till I see my breath and hide my groping hands
But she’ll still love me because-

I pay a $1.35
To cuddle in the coffee grit alley behind the jazz bar
To stay up and send her love notes at the diner desk front windows

The black jazz bar maiden, w***e house keeper

Every one else as soon be drunk or asleep with
My mauve lady
City night