Friday, October 14, 2005

one last one for friday nite, another bar poem, working on that infamous book.


lucy

lu lu, lucy comes in around 9
head down, it looks
as if she's not looking but
she is

doesn't miss a trick
she may have even turned a few
back in the day, waaayyy
back in her day.

juicy lu lu
lucy all two hundred and thirty pounds of
used to be,
finds her regular stool at the bar

cocks her head up toward the bartender
and waits for the first of many.
a dollar a bottle, cheap and easy
to get a buzz on

lots harder for her
to get a cock now, even if
she's easy and buying her a few beers cheap
but every now and then

lu lu, lucy gets up and shuffles out
the side door, into the dark asphalt lot
takes out her false teeth and
shows 'em just how she became

ju ju, juicy miss
lu lu, lucy.

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