by Jeffrey Miller
Inside the drafty, smoky juicy bar
halfway up the notorious Hooker Hill
hostesses carry out their trade.
Miss Lee hustles drinks at five bucks a pop
while Hotel California plays for the
It’s not really whiskey, but barley tea
you don’t know that with your hands
between her thighs.
You match her drink for drink
until you’ve had enough and watch her
waltz off with another guy.