The Usual

She stands on the corner of the street,
Thin legs and firm ass,
Peaking out under an all to revealing short skirt,
Medium bust,
Hiding behind all to tight clothing,
Red luscious lips,
A lifetime of sucking,
Blonde ponytails,
Wanna go on the ride of your life?
"What is it you want?"
She asks,
That same dull expression she's always had,
A lifetime of whoring has hidden the sparkle in her eyes,
"The usual"
I say,
A quick ride for a hours pay,
Twenty dollars,
When in truth,
I've been here before,
And shared the same bed in the same flea bag motel,
Next to the Interstate exit,
And,
She is the usual,
Bukowski would be proud,
I think.