Somewhere she stands upon the street, Decorated to fool the man Who is already heated up. Can he imagine what this prostitute Looks like in the morning Shuffling in slippers Much to large for her feet And wrapped in a pink Oversized bathrobe faded from the sun As she gnaws at a chicken bone In a way that turns the stomach?
Irwin R. Shaw - 1984
Streetwalker
Somewhere she stands upon the street,
Decorated to fool the man
Who is already heated up.
Can he imagine what this prostitute
Looks like in the morning
Shuffling in slippers
Much to large for her feet
And wrapped in a pink
Oversized bathrobe faded from the sun
As she gnaws at a chicken bone
In a way that turns the stomach?