hustle | poem

poetry

a good road hustle 
works best 
when they don’t know 
who you, really are.
it goes smoother
tastes sweeter—
a bit like peanut butter   
when good looks and soft touches  
are disguised by thoughtful responses.
a sense of understanding, priceless. 

some of the best hustles, I know 
have been set on the lonely men—of all ages
by sharp women with thick thighs 
and pert breasts 
that bounce when they walk braless—
wholesome feminist types
lost in the naivety of youthful beauty.  
these humbling ones 
seem to fully understand 
the social impact of timely eye contact.
and they deliver a smile as constant 
and illuminated, as the moon.
thoughts linger until an afterthought.