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Another Day In The Life of Josephine

Updated on January 26, 2011

She was hot walked with an attitude to match her mouth

Carried herself like a lady underneath she was a predator

Cars, money, jewels, she sought

Everyman was her sugar daddy, rich or not

More rich than not

Each day she sleeps the morning away

At night she’d come out to play

Dressed in designer garb, jewels from her head to her toes

Wrapped in a Mink Stole

Sashaying as she walked the boulevard

Cat whistles she answered with a sly smile

And knowing eyes

Her stiletto heels pounded out their tune

Her hips moved in provocative motion

As she pranced on her way

While her painted ruby red lips repeated

Lyrics to a song going through her head

Reaching her destination she stopped to take

A look at herself in the window making sure

Her fish-net stockings were in place running her manicured

Six inch nails up her thighs, satisfied with her results

She pushed through the door her painted up eyes scanned

The room looking for her next temptation

“Hello Ms. Josephine, what can I get you?”

“I’ll take a whisky straight up”

Sitting down crossing her long legs she inhaled so her

Breast would stand out just a bit more

She pulled out a cigarette and struck a match

“Here let me get that for you” a deep voice said

She turned to look at him match still lit between her fingers

Feeling the heat she flipped it into the nearby ash tray

The smoke clouded her vision for a second

“Thanks” she said and redirected her attention

“Come here often” he tried to strike up a conversation

She didn’t bite just kept on starring in the direction of the door

“Stuck up bitch” he jeered getting up to leave, she shrugged

Her slender shoulders she’d been called worst than that before

Sitting there puffing and blowing smoke rings around her face

Laughter bubbled up inside of her from some crazy thought

Forming in her mind, the laughter died, tears stepped in

To take their place every night it was the same old thing

Every night she came to sit in this place to watch the door

Hoping for a miracle to sweep her off her feet

Each time she felt older, aging, waiting for that door to open

“Let me get another one” she beckoned to the bartender

Maybe this will dull the resentment

How much longer did she sit there on that hard bar stool?

Playing back the different scenarios in her head

“Closing time Ms. Josephine, I’ll see you tomorrow”

She placed a tip on the bar, nodded her head, standing up

She straightened her skin tight skirt, readjusted her blouse

Ran a shaky hand through her hair, replied lip stick to her now smeared lips

She stood their wrapped in her own thoughts, when the door quietly crept open

Josephine saw him in the mirror watching him approach

You’re still a good lookin woman Josephine” he said standing behind her

She didn’t turn around but gazed back at him from the mirror

A smile lit her face which she quickly hid in heart she felt the first

Stirring of some emotion

He kissed the side of her neck inhaling the sweet jasmine that was her scent

She turned and walked away he followed, how long will this one last

Why worry she thought enjoy tonight and let tomorrow

take care of itself, but in her soul she knew

Tomorrow she’d be back


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    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 7 years ago from Great Britain

      6 inch nails? outch!!!!

      Great story. Love the way it was written.