[oasis] [arts]

[oasis] [arts]


By Bryan

There on the corner
Beneath the fluorescence
Is a lonely girl
Lips red & pouty
Eyes a vast flooded ocean

& in the distance
A sax player blows satin into the air
She has a price
The sax player has a price
Everyone has a price

So my money is ready
I'll drop quarters into hats
& dollars on nightstands
Of cheap hotels
Then leave, walk by
In the cover of night
& there is no one in the world
But me

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