Poem for hot February day

The illustration: today’s offering from the Daily Jocks people, with a poem.

The doomed hustler

Mid-February eruption of heat,
Delirious.
Everyone on the street, stripped
For the weather.
A near-naked vision, no
Shirt, no shoes, no
Underwear, just low-slung
Blue shorts: lounging expectantly
Under an awning, offering
Himself.
A hustler’s name, no name,
Changed for each john. But
No johns come: he’s
Hombre sin hombre.

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