Paradise City Prostitute

The girl
stood
by the side
of the road
like a pure
vision
of 1986
she was
a music video
all by
herself
something about
heartbreak
and leaving home
wearing tight
jeans
and a leather jacket
with hair that
no wind
was a match for
her lips and
nails
were painted
bright red
and she
held a cigarette
nonchalantly
in her
hand
like a weapon
she was
staggering
and all three of us
fell in love with her
for the seconds
while we passed
and later we
joked
that her
calling card
would read
Take Me Down to Paradise City
or maybe
Slippery When Wet