pulled a hammer from the intersection
of ass crack and belt line,
and proceeded to air out
the passenger-side window
of her in-laws Suburban.
She dropped the parcel in the
captain chair and ran back up the
driveway to the soundtrack of a
whiny car alarm.
By the time the master bedroom's light lit,
she was turning the car's ignition.
She made a beeline for the Children's Funhouse,
just under the skirt of Oklahoma City.
Blanketed by a dense tree line, the red and yellow
chipped, wooden building was thought
by most interstate nomads as an ancient eyesore.
She parked at McGowan's Store, bought a 30-pack of 'Stones and
a pack of red 100s.
Cindy ran across the lulling interstate to the Children's Funhouse.
Walked in the backdoor beaming,
"Hello ladies! Anybody want a drink?" she said to the room
full of workers.
The women of Children's Funhouse sported an image
that anyone could guess, as long as they knew
the place to be a middle-classy truck stop brothel.
After a chorus of I-do, I-do's, Cindy began tossing beers
to freckled ladies, decked in frilly skirts, saddle shoes, bobby socks,
and more often than not--pigtails.
Chung-Ae Phun, the madame, walked up behind Cindy,
tapped her on the shoulder and the two embraced warmly.
"Hey Mama," Cindy said.
"Oh, Cindy Lilly, it's so good to see you!
You picked a wonderful night to make your
prodigal return. Looks like a lot of business tonight."
"I could certainly use the money."
"Is four okay?"
"I'll take as many as you can send my way."
"That's the spirit darling. I want you to take
the Candy Corn Suite."
"I'd be honored, Mama."
Chung-Ae Phun established a fine business.
On Mondays she treated the local law enforcement,
on Sundays the district judge, and every other day
weary truckers came in to find solace.
Only special guests were treated to "special" girls
in the Candy Corn Suite.
The orange and white checkered carpet, the yellow walls,
radiated an eerie invitation.
"Let me get your outfit ready,
if you'd like you can wait in the room" Phun said.
Cindy Prine moved the stuffed bunnies and bears,
and planted on the bed.
Freedom rang like the Liberty Bell in her small skull.
Few of God's creatures ever held as much original
joy in their bones as Cindy Prine.
She could turn tundra to beachfront with a smile.
Chung-Ae Phun knocked on the door and entered,
setting a white and pink polka dot dress on the edge of
"Your first client is a friend of a friend. Terrible gut,
smells like an ocean of whiskey, but seems nice enough."
"What's his name," Cindy asked.
"Send him in."
Cindy slid into the dress,
quickly pounded a beer,
heard a rapid, eager knock on the door.
"C'mon" Cindy chimed.
"Well, gawd damn, baby girl. Looks like you've been real bad."
Cindy rolled her eyes.
"I sure have. I can't find my panties anywhere.
Will you help me look, Hank?"