Here is an old piece from my wandering days, part of my 'Intermission' series from the late-90's.
Intermission -New Orleans (1996)
And then there’s those times when you’re lonely and horny and walking through the streets of New Orleans by yourself and the freshly fallen rain reflects the street lamps and your own crazed face and puts a slight chill in your body that makes you feel just a bit more like a dying breed and the only comfort you know you’ll receive tonight is your head laying on your backpack somewhere in some dark alley while your bones rattle like Gene Krupa gone mad and your mind, wandering to more important things like the honey-vinegar of freedom and staying alive till the morning light, only partially registers the traffic and the big burly man in black hawking in front of the strip joint around the corner. “Hey man, we got some beautiful girls.” “No thanks, man.” “What’s a matter? You don’t like girls? We got the finest women in this city. Black girls. Blonde girls. We got two Asian bitches who’ll eat each other out, and let me tell ya, it’s something." “Nah, thanks anyway.” “Your loss.” “I’m sure.”
And through the night, your mind does wander back to those girls. So incredibly beautiful, so ready and able to trade flesh and illusion, to give those who want what they want, making five hundred dollars a night fingering themselves on a stage in front of fifty strangers caressed in a pinkish glow with AC/DC blaring in the background. Do they know, do they care, if there is more to life than spreading those long legs wide apart and writhing on a metal pole, more to life than plastic breasts and shinny new sports cars, more to life than the table full of married business executives in town without their wives, pumping out fifty bucks a pop to get dragged off into some back room to have some nice smelling, lovely young lady grind up and down on their stiff penis, “Just relax, baby, I’ll take care of you. You can touch me anywhere but between the legs, okay?” “Okay.” And you want to take her by the hand and lead her out of that place, past the mirrored ceilings and the groping eyes, out into the street and say, look around, past the dirt and decay, and the see the beauty and magic, feel it on your skin. You want to drag her into the countryside and say, look around, past the illusion of all you see, and taste the air, feel this harmony. You want to drag her up the mountain, to the very peak, and say, look around, past the veil of humanity and see the blueprint of creation, the majesty and humility. You want to drag her to the foot of God’s throne and say nothing, both of you content to simply sit and wait for the second act to begin.