5 a.m.

The crystal could never tell
her future,
but it could always take her
and make her
feel outside of her body
to a place that she calls home.

She's searched the kaleidoscope sea
for a man to forfill her
dreams,
but most men just give her
nightmares,
or fistfulls of cash when she's whistled
for a fast fuck;
even then she still closes
her eyes hoping to wake
up in another city
with a pocket full of wishes.

It's 5 a.m and not a single dollar,
or star could change the fact
that she has to face the rush
of morning traffic wearing
nothing
but make-up and memories,
and showing more skin
than a hitchhiker waiting for a ride.