Chandelier
On my way to work the exotic night birds
would cluster on the corner of tenth and Sheridan
frantic and brimming with bling and street charm
a vibrant ball of painted desperation
flagging down throbbing tricks.
The tallest one moved with a champagne confidence
I nick named her Chandelier for her tacky elegance
she'd be the one, if I could ever slay my conscious.
For two years I'd pass by tenth and Sheridan
looking for a Chandelier in a third shift sky.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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