yesterday I saw a prostitute jaywalking
the wig she wore was very long and dark
long like her legs....dark like the night
her lips were painted bright red
but not as red as her pleather boots
they were red red
when she stepped in front of my car
I got a good look at her facial features
my headlights spotlighted them
she was beautiful
with ebony skin and high cheek bones
like a queen she commanded attention
horns honked and cat calls abound
as she darted between the traffic
on her way to the opposite curb
thereby stopping to give a royal wave
of her hand and a gentle toss of her hair.....
then in a very deep voice....
never mind___
2007 © Ted Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fooled-again-into-believing-love-was-real/
