ode to the strip
joints
twenty-one in pittsburgh
i guess there wasn’t much for guys like us to do
if we didn’t want to go to the bars or clubs
we went to strip joints some nights
for calvin and steve
it was a chance to see half-naked women
for me it was a chance
to get away from the only one
that i was currently seeing naked
the joints were never as bad
as people made them out to be
yes, they were smoky and soaked in neon
and the beer was over-priced
the bouncers could be assholes too
but the strip joints were a refuge of a sort
a place to hang your loneliness there with everyone else
plus there were the half-naked girls dancing
to r&b and heavy metal music
most of the women and their names
time has forgotten for me
but we liked this one, majesty
she was a buxom redhead with big tits and a nice ass
that she always loved to shove in your face
before you handed her over a dollar
she could’ve been twenty-five or forty back then
she could still be stripping now
majesty always paid attention to us guys
maybe because we looked gullible
or because we were the youngest ones in the joint
lord knows she made her money off of us
calvin and steve always fought over which one of them
was going to take her home
the strip joints were also places of magnificent fantasy
until one night majesty planted a kiss
right on steve’s glasses
fogging them with hot pink lipstick
that he could never get completely off
well, that pissed him good
so instead of hitting the strip joints
we spent some nights casing downtown pittsburgh
looking for whores
which calvin and steve thought
was kind of like doing the same thing
but from my drunken position in the backseat
looking at all of the closed-up shops
in the desolate city of my birth
listening to them argue about which one was going first
as i imagined majesty twirling and hustling
sticking that gorgeous ass in some other guy’s face
i felt that it was something different
almost sinister
like cheating indeed.
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