stop light

and she's waiting at the stop light the intersection white van doing a u-turn dirty water all up the sides can hear the men laughing in the morning hung over morning with their black coffee milk and cream and sugar and fake sugar the fat shiny on the top it's always coffee time in these neighborhoods cause they stay open late and its okay to bring your own mug and sit on the benches in the front with a smoke and a dream of meeting her at the stop light wearing those black leather pants, not leather but tight and shiny her hair all in her face and her lips really red and pouty cause you'd want them to leave a mark leave a mark on you so they'd ask what gives? who's the lady who's the broad who's the bitch who's the whore that stops here and marks you all up probably even scratches you with her nails when the moon's out and the open sign all lit up in the night so you can see her face even in the dark she's got a face even in the dark