there is a
run down motel
next to the
tire shop
i have been
trapped at
for hours now

i have watched
a steady procession
of ladies
who clearly work
the night shift
at said motel

a caravan of
battered blossoms
blinking in
the harsh summer sun
as i wonder at
the dreams forsaken
to barely survive

we are all whores
turning whatever
tricks we can
rationalize to
allow us to sleep
at night
or through the day

some are just
more honest about it