She watches the cars
In need of a trick
Who will be looking
Who will he pick
Where are the johns
There's none tonight
Her pimp will be angry
He'll pick a fight
She sits on a bench
Wanting to sleep
Protecting belongings
She needs to keep
A shopping cart
Filled with her clothes
And plastic bags
Filled with who knows
One comes and goes
During the night
The other wanders
In broad daylight
Sharing a corner
On the same street
One will get beaten
The other won't eat
By, Randee Saber 12/20/06
