Lying alone in an alley,
No job, no life, no home.
Pink umbrella under a window,
She’s working all alone.
Black BMW passes slowly,
Wipers cutting the unknown.
Curled in a bloody corner,
He moans and moans and moans…
A light blinks on, shade drawn down
Juan Carlos is home. Suddenly --
A bottle thrown into the alley,
Shut the fuck up in Spanish.
She stares as he groans,
It's clear, he'll die on his own.
She glares – headlights turning,
Tonight she won’t be alone.
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