Home for a While

This truck stop is Babylon
and I have become
one of its Whores.

Whether it is for
a quick buck
a full stomach
a taste of smack
or a tease of love

we are all here
with every thing
we own
with every one
we are

cramped into metal cages
surviving
on much less
than those who feed us
before moving on.

What is a Whore
but a ghost of a woman
moving door to door,
haunting who she has the capability to be?

The truck stop on I-95
is a ghost town
and I have taken up
residency.