Date Night

she scarfs
her third tequila
tits hanging to navel
standup nipples
visible
through over-worn teeshirt

stale smoke lingers
in scant air
fragrant with sweat
and old beer

his cigarette burns
cherry-red tip pointing
toward stained ceiling tiles
like his half-erect cock
inch long ashes carefully balanced
avoiding the trip
to the cheap plastic ashtray

unintelligible moans
filter through
paper thin walls
he doesn’t say
i love you
as she kneels
to earn her pay