a silver sedan pulls up and stops in front of the women
one of them leans down and talks through the window
then she gets in and the car pulls out
and
you follow them
Alison stays several cars back for eight or nine blocks
you speculate on where they’re going and what she’ll charge
the sedan finally goes north on Highland
heads toward the 101 on-ramp
Alison turns west onto Hollywood Boulevard
you pass Mann’s Chinese Theater
the movie stars’ handprints
you stopped once and got out
put your hands over Marilyn Monroe’s
you never felt so large
Alison turns to you. time for pie
statement, not question
you nod anyway
the VW speeds south on La Brea
turns right on Sunset
at Polly’s Pies (Open 24 hours!)
you slide into a booth
order apple pie à la mode
people-watch through the plate-glass window
this is how pathetic your lives are
the most creative thing you can think to do
on a Friday night in one of the biggest cities in the world
is to pretend you’re Cagney and Lacey and spy on
ladies of the night and their johns around Hollywood
then go eat pie and smoke cloves