my drive home

a long quiet drive home
with music coming out of
the speakers from the side doors
of my beat up grey 1990
nissan
truck

pulling up to a stop light
and lighting a cigarette
while waiting for the red to
change to
green

driving through the crucifix
intersection
and past some tall casino
buildings downtown
and a greyhound bus station
full of people with luggage
coming and going
going and coming
escaping
and getting stuck all over
again

a sad eyed woman with dark
hair wearing a blue dress
that appeared to be held on
by her medium sized breast
and running down her slim
body
hugging her tiny waist
while floating down past her
thighs to her lustful legs
enthralling in her black heels
that fastened around her
bony
ankles

while she stood on the sidewalk
looking lost among all the
radiant neon lights
a car drives past her
some horny cock swollen male
who honks his car horn twice
to get her to turn around
as to get off to her
loveliness

she turns and looks at the car
as he smiles
and feels
as if he had just raped her
with his perverted eyes
and she feels the same
as she quickly looks away
wrapping her arms around her
flesh exposed
shoulders

pressing the accelerator
as the winos wined
the hustlers hustled
the bums bummed
the junkies junked
and the tourist toured the
freak
show

the road unfolding with the
dazzling illuminating headlights
of my truck
awakening the avenues ahead of
me
as i made my way through this
weathered
city of
sin