yesterdays flowers

Yesterdays flowers On the road to Bolequeime on the way to the German supermarket that sells proper Teutonic sausages the flowers of yesterday sitting on white plastic chairs, in high heels and shorts Sometimes, a car stops, not a man in a white van mostly a big car with tinted windows, an important the person on his way to his office A quick blow-job, nothing much else to do in a car and no one needs to undress The car speeds off, and the flowers of yesterday go  back to her plastic chair and rinse her mouth  water that cannot be called holy They used to, the women sitting here, look exotic  expensive hotel lobbies and fine food They are too old to still be on the job, but there  are no pension schemes for them They had their chance, but life was too exciting and no?