June 17, 2019


Bar Fly


Bar Fly

At Jewel Box Tavern
lights are always dim
so you can't look closely.

Wearing stiletto heels, she
traipses along followed by
billows of cheap perfume.

Dressed in a second skin of
electric blue velveteen
covered with silver glitz.

She looks for a mark, some
clown who carries thick wads
of cash and a stash of coke.

Tapping the shoulder of
the willing joker with her long
lacquered fingernails.

First she must meet him
in the back alley to pay up
with her pound of flesh.

Showing its age, her face
is coated by pastes, crèmes,
thick rouge, blazing red lipstick.

Her brown eyes encrusted with
liners, mascara and shadow
revealed a certain sadness,

Secreted in the dark and dank
women's room, she snorts
that magical white powder.

Nothing matters now.
There is no despair
only this embrace of bliss.

Article © Joan McNerney. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-01-07
Image(s) are public domain.

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