In Plain View

Bad eyes like a gypsy
dark deep canyon blue
inspecting, digesting
visual feasts in every form
roads littered with leftovers
leftover people, leftover dreams
motorcycles and cars spill out
onto the street in front of the “toilet”
that’s what we call the corner bar

A few smokers out front
regular sight, crusty old bikers
prey on willing farm girls
with a daddy complex
tank tops wrapped too tight
around 20 year old baby fat
too much to know, too much to see