sunday, new orleans, 6:02 am, i'm sitting in a little strip club just off bourbon street, hawker/pimp outside said he had the most beautiful girls in town, i think he lied, 3 drink minimum just to go through the doors to get a look at his women, what the hell, i'm on vacation and haven't slept in four days, the booze, the pills keep me running, sweating all over town, just can't seem to sit down too long, the chick on stage has dirty feet, the bathroom has wall to wall roaches, a 400 pound samoan wearing an ugly hawaiian shirt is pouring drinks into lipstick stained glasses, no, thank you i'll have a bottle and i'll open it myself, dancer looks lost in space, vacant eyes and a junkie nod, small tits and dirty feet, track marked arms with a fresh bleeding hole just beneath the other scars, a real classy joint, i laugh i don't care, it's new orleans, sunday morning, 6:05 am, dirty feet comes around the bar, looking for a tip, a bag, or a sucker with money, i throw her a fiver, just to get rid of her, she smiles, upstairs will cost you twenty, i shake my head, she walks away,giving me the finger and a fuck you, i order another beer and pop some more pills, light another cigarette the next girls better, she has cat paws tattooed on her chest, dark skinned girl, skinny as hell, she sits at a booth in the corner by the bathroom, at the end of her set, smiles and waves me over, bartender looks over and smiles, a patron walks by on his way to the bathroom,staring at his feet, another beer, another cigarette and a ten dollar blowjob..... new orleans, sunday morning, 6:22 am......
Reason for writing:
just a draft
Birth sign: Libra
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