Wearing a Mattress

Wearing a mattress
And carrying signs,
One for coming,
One for going.

The traffic never ends,
Whether bicycle or car,
Pedestrian or dog.

Message on a stick raised high
"Sale coming up"
"Sweet deal just passed you by"
“Bargain”

And it got me thinking.

This smooth-skinned,
Head-out-the-top,
Mattress wearing,
Sign toting whatever.

Did It used to wear a skirt?
Stilettos and rouge?
Low cut this?
High cut that?

Weird thoughts danced through my head.

Wearing a mattress
Is… well,
Wearing a mattress.
But looking so comfortable?
Had to be convenient, you know.
Lay down.
Demonstrate its comforts.

Then the mattress spotted me.
Could it be thinking
"Comes in all sizes, you know
You name it
Thick? We got it.
Thin? For sure.
Do I know how to wear a mattress, or what?"

Yeah…
You do.

But…

Oh, never mind.

It/He/She probably knew what I was thinking
‘Cause the lips carved silent sweet expletives
‘Till the light turned green.

I strolled through the intersection,
Not so leisurely as usual,
You know?