she looked good bent over

                  the men stood on their porches
               scared and looking for trouble 
  
               outside Li Li's Bamboo Parlour
  
         don't write poetry, she said as
she took my poems
               I liked her best,
  
               I wait outside the window
  
the camelot smell rains down the alley behind as neon fades 

i didn't know what to do