The next potted plant

Alan P. Scott - Verses

raising the bar

Too many sequins on
her gown have fallen--
the softest lights expose too much.

eases himself down, hands flat on the bar,
nametag has a first name but
that doesn't matter; she can't read it.

A prostitute on impulse, no career
or home awaits her now, so
take what comfort you can grab,
trample convention and conventioneers alike,
each one thinking value received means
dollars and not days.

Picking up pieces of silver from the dresser and
leaving alone--
another day, another bar, another
night, another town, another gown with
too many sequins.

rev. 7/11, 7/16/2002

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Last updated July 16, 2002.

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