I noticed the shoes.
Very sparkly with lots
four inch leather heels.
“Little early in the day isn’t
it?” I think.
My eyes travel up, nice legs,
Pretty face? Not exactly, just nice.
About thirty-five years old;
she’s going up in the hotel elevator
with a man twice her age.
She’s not his wife,
she has settled in life.
She’s the number two girl.
He pays the bills, she gets nice things.
He gets to feel younger for a while,
’til he goes home to his wife.
She’ll go back to her apartment,
and wait, until the next time.
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