Worcester, Massachussetts

In Worcester you can never go where you want.

It is full of one-way streets and do not enter signs.

What do you do when you want to go right

But are only offered a left

And a straight ahead?

So you plunge forward

Down more stretches of dark road

The trees reaching like arms around you.

Another do not enter sign,

Another one way, dead end, turn back now.

Turn back.

Whores on the corner.

Don't you ever wonder if it could be real?

And will those ladies in red be there when you finish your endless circling

Or will they be picked up sometime in-between

By a man promising them a way out.

An oxymoron really in a city where red lights last a lifetime

And you can't go down that road anyway.