Companionship

Shadows on lipstick The pink is turning gray Flakes in the corners But I still have to pay She said she was the best Not ten years long ago I’d pay double back then But I don’t want to love her I just want to talk She seems disappointed To the point of being insulted I say it’s not your body Though it’s not as young as it could be The tattoos don’t both me Not even the rosary I try to explain I need companionship She says “Well then get a dog” I can’t argue with her there but they can’t discuss Rembrandt, but then again neither can she So what am I doing here in the Elvis Suite in Vegas With a $300 hooker I picked up at the MGM Grand? I was lonely for companionship I needed to feel a connection To feel as if I could laugh with someone and share my inner soul Boy was I sucker, a hayseed, a water boy on the bench. Naïve doesn’t do just to my stupidity. Well I tried to talk about poetry, politics, anything to get a rise But her interest was about the money and the ride. I told her she’d get paid no matter what we did. And she said, “Listen kid if we aren’t gong to do anything then just Hand over the jack and I’ll be on my way.” Well talking was nothing and I handed her the doe. She smiled and laughed and told me she had a degree in philosophy And would love to spend some time with me just not on the clock. You see it takes a whole night to discuss Plato and only a moment to have a ball.