THE POLE DANCERHer red heels were so very high
and made the men say "my oh my"!
her legs felt and looked like silk
and her complexion like a smooth milk
She danced each night in the Jack Horner
and I used to watch her from my corner
in the smoke and Alcohol infested Bar
the air as thick as could be with tar
The men would throw big notes at her
as she danced the pole, the tune of Cher
"If I could turn back time" was repeated
as she made her audience hot and heated
A cab would pick her up at end of her night
sometimes the sky awakening to the light
and she always went home sober and alone
after being Queen of the Pole Dance throne
One night I decided to follow the cab
because my attention she did so grab
I was curious to where she lived really
as I could see behind her smile clearly
I followed in my car early one morning
as she got into the cab tired and yawning
and I saw where she lived when she alighted
keeping a distance so not to be sighted
childrens curtains in the windows upstairs
washing on the line that could only be theirs
and I sat in my car and I waited and waited
until she re-emerged hours later afresh abaited
two little girls skipped out of there
with the most beautiful black curly hair
an older woman, obviously her mother
lived with her then, and not a lover
I understood then about her sad masked smile
as she danced round the pole mile after mile
and the reason she always chose that same song
in her red heels and black silk thong
