lip stick.
to smuther their grandchildren.
Her spit absorbed into the bottles.
Taking in her sorrow.
It's way past dark-
and the busses don't run.
She stands on the street-
in the wrong kind of neighborhood.
She waves to the taxi's with her $10 bill-
Nobody stops. She is alone-
In the wrong kind of neighborhood.
The people curled up by trash cans,
point-
they laugh.
Mumbling words only the devil could have made.
She can't help but hear every word they say-
she's no better than them.
The rich old men drive by-
their thousand dollar cars
smirking and winking in her direction.
She knew why they winked. Why they smirked.
She was dressed for a posh party,
Her hair flowing with the wind,
Her Boots to her knees
and her heels almost too high to walk.
Her make up-tear stained.
They thought she was cheap.
That'd she'd fake a romance just for a dollar.
But she'd faked enough romances-
the bottles that covered her floor-
her one bedroom apartment
proved just that.
As she walked-almost sprinting,
she blinked away tears.
Grasping her sweater around her chest.
Her fingers now stained cold.
She was down in the dumps-
ready to give into the nights sorrow.
A taxi pulled over.
Without a word she sat.
on the frozen black rubber.
"Where to?" He asked, though secretely
she read his thoughts.
The way he looked at her-she knew.
He knew she knew too.
She gave him her adress, though she knew it was a mistake.
No man could be trusted.
He tried to make conversation-
he didnt get the hint with her one answer remarks.
She didnt want to talk.
She set the cash in the palm of his hand-
he grabbed her hand. Uncomforted by his act.
"Have a good night Miss." he said.
She tugged away and he let her loose.
Watching her walk to the building.
Praying he would just leave.
But he didnt.
She fumbled with the lock.
Finally she got through and walked inside.
She didnt move till she heard the door close and locked.
She never turned her back- just didnt move.
As she entered her apartment.
She ran to the window and peeked down to the under-lit street.
the taxi now gone.
She took a deep breath.
Dropped her coat to the floor-
opened another bottle.
She couldnt trust men but her booze-
always trusted her.
comforted her.
loved her.
The way a real man never would.
