You said you were a loner
& they called you *******,
yet you
had the demeanor
of somebody
much older.

Bold & meaner than a viper,
your long hair flowed
between nice
perky high-points,
& you floated
on the raunchy-stage
like an angel,
wore a thong
& gyrated
for dollars.

It didn't take
a love-scholar
to see
the broken-heart-message
burning in
your lovely sad-eyes.

And,
I wished
I could have
saved the world
that night,
but you were working
on them soldier-boys,
wrestling their whole
monthly paychecks
from their stupid
drunken fingers.

Yes, your memory lingers
& I think often of you,
wondering
about your millions
& if you're still alone.