Only moderately full, <br />the 4: 57 to Detroit <br />still promised to be worth <br />a few hundred over and above <br />her regular take. <br /> <br />It wasn't all that tough, <br />an amusing game, actually. <br /> <br />Play it cool and distant, <br />they eat it up... <br />pouty lips and come-hither eyes, <br />yeah, but the cool and distant <br />is what really does it. <br /> <br />(She pens a note: <br />'must remember to buy <br />a few more shares of Maybelline, <br />maybe L'Oreal, as well.' <br />They saved her ass <br />more than a few times) . <br /> <br />Detroit by eight o'clock. <br />Ought to be able to do him <br />then cab it back to the hotel, <br />shower and reapply her face, <br /> <br />and still have time <br />to elevator up to twelve <br />for the man in 12 C, <br />and sock another six big ones <br />into the pocket of her suitcase <br />before the 11: 30 to Reno. <br /> <br />Have love, will travel, <br />sure beats a cell phone and pimp <br />on a street corner...<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-a-call-girl/
