September 26, 2012

All Nite Drugs

Right in front
of All Nite Drugs,
Miss Filipino nurse
has a makeshift sign
fixed onto her chair,
reading abandoned children
are dying somewhere.
Her white dress torn,
sweet voice broken,
please sir, she says,
just a token.
I drop a few quarters
into her cup.
A Hollywood hooker,
year after year,
she worked on Sunset
before landing here,
no longer walking
men to her bed,
she haunts this corner,