cars….suv’s…pick-ups…all cruising Lafayette, Barretto…Hunts Point at four in the morning….rolling down windows to listen to propositions from the buffet…. black, white, caramel colored ladies in the wee small hours…..

some young….heavy…others old and thin from riding the horse too long…
teeth missing…slightly bruised…
once a ripe piece of fruit now rotted from inside out…

the girls run to catch the slow-moving cars…
a game of cat and mouse….wanting cash…warmth from a heater while windows steam-up in a quick thirty seconds of an all out groan….his hand wrapped around the back of her skull….a forced-feeding…forgive us of these sins…

paid in twentys…johns speed away…and girls laugh…cry…howel…..at the midnight moon….waitin’ on the man….soon baby girl….soon…

there is no honor among theives….just ask corporate America…Board members…vice presidents….addicts junkies…Hunts Point whores…and the rest of us in metropolis…wandering the streets…panhandlers…pick-pockets….Port Authority pimps…..

we’re all waitin’ on the man….