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LAce Posted Monday, March 4th, 2013
The Coney Island Chorus Girl
Jessica Glover

One of the touts from the race track wanted me
to chop off my hair—that ratís nest
and I knew my denial would only disappoint.
He opened his folding gully and insisted

he chop off my hair—that ratís nest
and he did as I stood in front of the mirror.
He opened his folding gully and insisted
I looked like a Coney Island chorus girl,

and I did as I stood in front of the mirror
while letting him take me from behind.
I looked like a Coney Island chorus girl
bent over the bath-house basin

while letting him take me from behind.
He wrenched the strands from my body
bent over the bath-house basin.
As my brunette curls covered my feet

he wrenched the strands from my body.
I practiced my attitude and lost my center
with my brunette curls covering my feet.
While hustling tables as a dancer in the Gut

I practiced my attitude and lost my center,
and I knew my denial would only disappoint.
While hustling tables as a dancer in the Gut
one of the touts from the race track wanted me.

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