NaPoWriMo 2011 #1: Rush Hour

Rush Hour

On the way to the carI look in through the window
Everybody else hangs their heads by

You look like a friend of mine
But pretty enough to be working
Behind the strip club's front desk

You text something on your phone and

I can't help but want to see you naked,
Your boredom is so becoming

So I stare a little longer, but
My lingering reflection tells meI should probably just call my friend.