The Lady At The End

My apartment complex is real spread out.
Clusters of six apartments
connected by one walkway.
At the opposite end from me
lives a prostitute.
She has a little girl
three or four years old.
They're always walking past us
the little girl
is always smiling and saying 'Hello'.
Sometimes the lady is real impatient with her
"COME ON TANNER." yelling at the little girl.
Then other times--most of the time--she's very sweet.
Talking softly and gently to the little girl.
Then the other day
I start to notice it.
I'm unemployed and here at the apartment most of the day
and so is she.
She walks past me on the porch
waddling by in a mini-skirt so short
her fat ass
the bottom of the cheeks
bounce and jiggle in waves
free as a bird.
And of course she's got massive
fat tits.
She flaunts them with shirts that don't fit right
just jiggling all over the place
ass
legs
tits.
Different men visit her on a weekly basis.
The Asian guy in the European sports car.
The metrosexual Mexican guy, in the Affliction shirt and square shoes.
The two big black guys, in Roca Wear.
The middle-aged white guy, with the hostler for his iPhone.
Last night, she went out with a blond & orange friend of hers.
She looked like a dancer, a stripper.
They were walking by and her friend's clear high heels
were really loud on the concrete walkway and she said,
"Ugh. I feel like a hooker."
I couldn't contain myself. I just cackled with laughter,
standing at my typewriter, a Mason jar of water and a pack of Pall Malls.
"Don't! It's not funny!" she whined.
"No, it's pretty funny actually."
"In a good way or a bad way?"
"Take your pick, lady."
"Elvis! That wasn't very nice..." the lady at the end, said.
Oh. Well, you two enjoy your Friday night."
"Okay, you too! ......wait....is it Friday?"
"No, it's Saturday."
"HEY ELVIS! IT'S SATURDAY, NOT FRIDAY!"
"See? Shows what I know!"
Just as they had started up her friend's big truck
and the sub woofer started to boom
a guy pulled up and got out of his car.
The lady from the end told her friend something and got out of the truck.
She walked up to him, rubbing his chest, and he took a look around, seeing me,
turned his head and just fixed his gaze to the very end of the walkway.
She walked him down to the very end
and she let him inside her place.
They came back after I had smoked two cigarettes.
I'm pretty sure the lady knew
that I knew
what she did for a living.
Because every time I'd see her after that
she just had this look in her eyes
like,
yeah.
so what?