Sex Fantasy

three mean-faced hookers are huddled together on North Avenue
in the flat cracked parking lot of the Church's Chicken
that never stays open past eleven o clock

one of the hookers is wearing a cherry red basketball jersey
from 1986 when the Hawks were actually a good team
the other two wear tube tops and gold skirts and platform sandals

a car stops in the Church's chicken parking lot
the girl with the basketball jersey walks up to the window
she says something suggestive to the man behind the wheel

he says something suggestive back to the hooker
he makes a remark about a popular television show on cable
he wants the hooker to dress up like a nurse

then Jay B walks up to the car
he introduces himself as the pimp
he says that will cost $5000

unfamiliar in the conventions of bartering with pimps
the man behind the wheel hightails it
a long black exhaust pipe smoking in the black ass of the night

the hooker says to Jay B that she would have performed
for the man in a nurse costume for a price
far less prohibitive than $5000

Jay B is busy sucking on an unlit cigar
it is cold enough that his breath is clouding in the air
but not cold enough for him to light his only cigar

he does not listen to the hooker
he knows that in the business of turning tricks
you have to rely on yourself for all major financial decisions

Jay B grew up in Bankhead
he saw a boy get shot when he was fifteen
he saw him fall down into a pool of blood and die

he knows what it is to stare a man in the face
after learning what it is that he most wants
and charging him a fortune to get it

the car returns. the man rolls down his window
he says he has the five thousand dollars
but he has a stipulation

he is married and he wants his wife to watch
he wants the hooker to tie him down
like he was in a hospital in a coma

and he wants his wife and the hooker to spit in his face
and tell him about the pleasure
he is unable to give them

he wants to lie there tied up all night long
while his wife drives the hooker back to Church's Chicken
and gives Jay B a blow job

like a sentinel or a telephone pole Jay B watches the street traffic
the hooker begins the arduous process of making up her face
the man in the car begins to sweat a little behind his neck

the other two girls have begun to glow
because the headlights of the car have illuminated their skirts
they giggle and two more cars pull up and they scatter and dance