Bartering Bliss Poem by William Cavanagh

The Beachfront Café
Is where she
Parks her geometry
Economically challenged
Sporting tacky
Bargain basement gold
Selling her service
She orders champagne
A lady of the night
She poses in the light
Of midday
Graciously grilling
Her tidy unit
Under Tunisian sun
She looks good
Garnished in red
Polyester
Her proprietor
Pampers a Perrier
Surrounded by
His filthy fingers
He is nervous
There are bribes
To pay ‘les police’
Arabic, English and French
Languages of choice
But the greenback
Is the preferred lingo
And it’s not
Culture conscious
When bartering bliss
For all that one needs
Or wants
Without whispering a
Word at
The Beachfront Cafe