Festering Neon Distraction
By Jose R. Gonzalez
Bright neon signs of women dancing.
The stench of cheap liquor and even cheaper women.
A scent of whiskey,cigarettes and poor decisions.
The night wants to hide this place in its shadows.
A symphony of lust and chaos,
the drunk shout outs from the so-called gentlemen,
The fake laughs of the women trying to please them.
I remember its sanguine walls,
They looked like paintings of sin,broken hearts, and broken dreams.
Dad told me "Respect the women, they made a hard decision".
One of them once told me I was cute,
I stare at her purple top because of the bright sequins,
Too young to look for something else.
I asked Dad if I should respect the gentlemen.
A huge smile on his face, a toothpick in his mouth
He looked down at me, smile, looked at the place
He just said "What gentlemen?".
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