Ode to Prostitute

 

Standing in the rain

They Went and came

Just a rabbit in headlights

A habit of love bites

I thought as my eyes caught her

She is somebody’s daughter

The sound of heels like a heartbeat

Just the rhythm of lonely tart feet

We scorn at the low life hooker

But let’s not joke and forget

I’d rather be an ice road trucker

Still, slippery when wet.