One of the black stockings was ripped
The once beautiful dress had seen better days
Brightened up with dime store bling-bling jewelry
Whatever was left of the makeup was smeared
The hair looked like it could use a washing
But the face was beautiful, defiant, almost regal
Sitting with her shapely legs crossed
On that rickety stool at the bar
She exuded confidence and attitude
Fuck you too and I don’t care
Written plainly across her expression
Her mascaraed eyes mirroring her mood
‘Excuse me, lady, may I buy you a drink?’
She turned her head slowly, languidly,
Startling blue eyes under long lashes
Pink lipstick glowing in artificial light
The edges of the beautifully shaped mouth
Starting to slightly curve upwards
‘You may’, said in a low, raspy, smoky voice
Accompanied by a short royal wave of the hand
‘But don’t get any ideas, I ain’t that kind of broad’
Negated by the slow smile starting to spread
Across that beautiful face, never reaching the eyes
But holding out non-existent promises
She nursed her drink, absorbed into herself
The guy knew it then, he never had a chance
But did not mind, was proud in fact, to have
Received that smile, having gotten the attention
Of Cindy who had once been a leading actress
Or so they said