At the dresses

Are you paid to stand here
and look in this window
in a bright blue peacoat
on such a windy night
smoking a cigarette
at the dresses?

On my way home for the night

Well there was a Mexican woman in a raspberry sweater with her head down a blue bin black as water paint pulling bottles to rattle her cart as I walked by and I wished I had a flashlight to give her all the way till I crossed the street and started thinking about pork chops.