The Dancer Dancing for dollars over whistles and hollers,showing skin from her head to her toes –she was Friday night’s rage on a drab smoky stage,tucking bills in the band of her hose. The job was no treasure and it brought her no pleasure,only tips and some offers for trade,a tender for sin from lascivious men –but alas, there were bills to be paid. Departure was swift at the end of her shift –to escape from the smo...
