Rent Boys

The rent boys, too tired now from their work with old men in the night, lol lazily on their bicycles, scratching their pale whiskers; but whiskers on a " young boy" ? no, no... the old men like young men, those who look like boys; and the old men come in taxis, Bentleys and sometimes droves; carrying money and even little gifts, for their favourites, their paid lovers; and one, (or is it two?) attends in leather, Marlon Brando style and some of the old men like a whore who resists; or cries, and others like to talk, about their mothers, or their wives; or want to pretend they're going away, and have them do a role play... a "please persuade me to stay",kind of thing and when the morning's judge, the dawn, illuminates their wooded copse, behind their hill, their place of hidden business, where the cars park still; the young men, who look like boys, ride off in their gold and silver baseball caps; Tonto and Lone Ranger style, their Walkmans feeding music and lies into their ears; and later in a tate-a-tate, they fill their mouths with coffee and strong mints, to take away the taste of old men's sighs