Sally's Life
Painted like a flower
Breasts exposed for a stare
She waits
For someone
To buy her a drink
In her day
She liked them tough
Tattoos were exciting
Fast cars a joy
Now she prefers
Thick wallets
10’s and 20’s
Men short or tall
Doesn’t matter at all
Be discreet she implies
Don’t flash 50’s
‘Cause no one likes
Them here.
Holding a corner booth
As a place of honor
She holds court
Smiling
At every joke
Reciting lines
From forgotten plays
Playing her part
In a bar
Notorious
For artists and
Working class types
Most of whom
Hate their jobs
Or haven’t sold a piece in years.
No action here
Another dead night
She goes home
Opens the bedroom window
Sending a signal
To a cat
Who jumps the ledge
Walks in
For the night
A stray vagabond
Who
Knows every open fence
And quiet place
To nip a meal.
In the morning she
Opens the window
Stroking his back
Whispering to him
Feeling his strength
Until he purrs
Satisfaction
And jumps
To another day.
She watches him
Take a few tentative steps
Weaving and dodging
Between
This and that
Before vanishing
In broad daylight
He may return that night
Or be gone for days
Nothing binds him
Except an open window
And some food
Offered by a woman
Who understands his journey.
Copyright © Edmund Siejka | Year Posted 2009
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