Foyer

She waits to be whisked away
from this dirty place, while people flitter by,
care-less-ly.

Looking for the next Grand thing.
Before street sweepers burn to life,
vagabond plastic bags caught in whirlwinds,
then run-down by passing cars.

A cab comes and takes her to
another dirty place where
another dirty man waits to spend
her; discarding rotten green money.