In the Avenue at Six

She is desirable.
I’ve been watching her since school.
Every man’s paradise
a salivating merchandise.
She burgeoned with time
now a buxom dame
who flaunts her youth if in red today
in purple the next day.

She stands on the avenue’s side walk
when the clock strikes six
they pull the cars over with sudden brakes
away she goes into a Bimmer’s back seat
and smiles at me as it zooms down the street.
Sometime in the morn,
he drives her back home
I see the contented look on his face
they all were, who were christened in her embrace.

Every night, I return home
........without her
but tonight, got more dough to be her beau.
There she is, in heavenly blue
silky hair like a water fall
lipstick’s glitter sending a call
her perfume or body odor
fueling my mind’s frantic fervor.
She looks at me with ever seducing eyes
unwrapping a smile out of social disguise
I rush up to her with a hand on my wallet
nerves giving in, for it’s been a long wait
and a Cadillac comes to a screeching halt
only to race away with her,
kicking dirt on my shirt.

I got hands in my pockets
I’m walking back home
......without her
her name is glee
and she is a bitch who wouldn’t sleep with me.