IN MILAN

IN MILAN
in the holding cell
in Milan
you stand around
with the other losers
hung over and wondering
where you went wrong
last night
last week
last year
you growl
while the smack addict
next to you
throws his shoes
at the caged light bulb
on the ceiling
trying to bring darkness
into your already dim world
and the whores
in the next cell down
reach out with their whore arms
and wag their whore fingers
and try to tell you
in their whore way
that as soon as they get out
their pussies will be open again
and ready for business