there was no recognizable temperature,

no flaw in the air;

comfortable . . . tiring.

the L rumbles,

SHAKES the inside of my car

giving vibrato to scriabin

and in good time.

it settled,

the train passed and . . .

there it was.

knee high stiletto boots over fishnets,

a mini trench, ass high,

dark brown, lengthy hair

to blend,

pushed up tits for show.

it was a moment,

nothing could really be said

or commented on at the time.

the weather nothing to argue about

and this woman was

as outstanding a whore i'd ever seen;

an easy presumption to make

in mid september

at irving park and sheridan.