There is a janky, ratty-looking strip joint that I pass on the way to and from work that has a pathetic sign out front. It says something about ‘New girls’ on one night or another-I’m not totally sure. But the sign is just pitiful. I’ve wanted to use some of the words from the sign and write about it. Today’s poem is a for the girls.
Every Tuesday at Club Moon:
Now & later girls
Nabisco wafer and Nespresso girls
Null and Void girls
Girls, girls, girls
A sort of found poem , I guess. I don’t really know what all the sign says so I just made it up.
Thanks for reading! Happy poetry month.