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Scenes From Bus Rides Home # 4A Lady Of The Night She gaited beneath the streetlight, My eyes she did arouse, Decked out in her finest short skirt And in her evening blouse. How many will tonight partake Those products of the street, Where lurks her obligation and Black widow of her beat? A car pulls up, brief words exchange, Agreement's quick at play. She's gone again, another job, That's what she'll always say. The corner's bare beneath the light, At least for a short while. She will return, her keep to earn As well as dress in style. Ah, yes! The scenes that I do see On my long bus rides home That I describe for you to read In “From these Bus Ride” poems. W.C.Hull © 2003 If you like it scroll down and cast a vote for it. Thanks. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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