Looking down at the dirty gutter, tires slamming close
Rough and rubbing getting next to sex, next to the curb
Empty cigarette pack cellophane, that slim red line
She said
She said
If I remembered what feelings are I might be hurt
The car rusts from the inside out but driving is the same
Quickly parking where he can see the lights, see her ass
Wait while she walks, he whistles and fingers the bills
She said
She said
I will love you baby, I will love if you have the cash
Go ahead hooker, with your bad ass
Smiling, smelling of the street
She said, she said, she said a lot of things,
She said; just let me get off my feet
Neon heaven drains the color from her clothes
Better than bleach, better than the self righteous
The night is young but she isn’t even close
She said
She said
I have nothing in me I can use to fight this
She sits and sits and cries out the passenger window
Biting her palm, waiting for his words to land
He is her regular Saturday night, he is her brother
She said
She said
You can’t, you won’t, you’ll just never understand
Go ahead hooker, with your bad ass
Smiling, smelling of the street
She said, she said, she said a lot of things,
She said; just let me get off my feet
Go ahead hooker, with your bad ass
Smiling, smelling of the street
She said, she said, she said a lot of things,
She said; just let me get off my feet
The night keeps going like nothing has changed
And nothing has really changed both know
A swinging purse, silver skin shining neon, floating back
She said
She said
The customer’s are waiting for the midnight show
