Coach boarded the crowded bus <br />destined for downtown L.A. <br />A crack whore blocked the aisle <br />wearing only a ragged sun dress <br />draped over skeleton shoulders <br />withered titties hanging out the sides <br />butt and more showing above <br />her ravaged thighs… <br />screaming and ranting <br />that she was cold <br />needed a coat. <br /> <br />Finally when she attacked <br />a terrified mother and her babies… <br />Coach could no longer ignore her. <br /> <br />“I’ll give you my coat <br />If you get off the bus.” <br />The wrinkled scarred face <br />smiled a no tooth smile <br />at the sight of the new down jacket <br />Maria had bought for him. <br /> <br />Deal? Yes a deal. <br />Driver pulled to the side… <br />pacified prostitute <br />walked off the bus… <br />then changed her mind. <br /> <br />The dumb and dumbfounded <br />driver trying to close the doors and go… <br />The whore screaming <br />with one foot on the step <br />Coach yelling <br />with one foot on her chest <br />holding the door railings tightly <br />kicking her back to the curb as <br />the bus pulled away… <br /> <br />A standing ovation from the <br />grateful passengers <br />as Coach watched <br />his new down jacket <br />being stomped in the dirt <br />by one dissatisfied coke whore. <br />Maria was not going to believe this one.<br /><br />Coach Roth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-part-8-the-crack-whore/
