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Where the Cold Wind blows

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She stood      out of the wind      (that leather miniskirt must be cold      not to mention that lace top)      on the corner      by the stop light      looking      needfully at each      passing car      hoping, praying      for the next $50      to show soon      (her eyes red-rimmed, body shaking)      the car crested      the curb      pulling alongside      and hand signals played out      a story      the car followed her      to the back alley      (like some base-runner following a coaches call)      where the game unfolded      from an origami swan      into the sordid       street tale it was      her heart      broke, each time,      but she had to live      to eat, to survive      to feed that extra      mouth      crying in the night      behind the       partition, inthe babysitters house      So she keeps trickin      pullin in the Johns', a slave,      knowing full, it will      kill her      leave her faceless      nameless      some day      lying on the street corner      where the cold wind      blows. Written October 25th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2001 01:15 AM PST   10 • 0 • 9

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"She stood      out of the wind      (that leather miniskirt must be cold      not to mention that lace top)      on the corner      by the stop light      looking      needfully at each      passing car      hoping, praying      for the next $50      to show soon      (her eyes red-rimmed, body shaking)      the car crested      the curb      pulling alongside      and hand signals played out      a story      the car followed her      to the back alley      (like some base-runner following a coaches call)      where the game unfolded      from an origami swan      into the sordid       street tale it was      her heart      broke, each time,      but she had to live      to eat, to survive      to feed that extra      mouth      crying in the night      behind the       partition, inthe babysitters house      So she keeps trickin      pullin in the Johns', a slave,      knowing full, it will      kill her      leave her faceless      nameless      some day      lying on the street corner      where the cold wind      blows...."

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