Day: January 12, 2015

To The Hookers, On These Rainy Nights

I hate to see you standing there

Head down, in the raw rain

I have no money to give you

I want that money for other things

But, your persistence

There’s something to be said for that

Eighth, tenth, and twelfth street

The rain pounded as I drove south

Beat the pavement like a drum

I saw you didn’t have any customers

And I won’t be one, either

But as I wait for the make-shift bar to open, I watch

As the rain poured

And you waited

Such are the nights

Such must be the ways

The ways I watch

All the lonely and wet hookers

Huddled together for warmth

Under a useless and torn canopy

While the storm comes down

And all their pretty faces

Slowly wash away

© Dicky J Loweman 2015