Open Mic

She goes to open mic nights

In her best, blue dress

Hoping that the men see her

And not her breasts.

She strums Pink Floyd

‘Cause it reminds her

How there’s others

Out there seeking more.

Some reach up at her

And others holler

But it reminds her how

She’s earnin’ dollars.

The owner stiffs her on the cut

While tears run down her cheek...

She wonders how she’ll pay the rent

Or eat that week.