The Purpose of Neon-Signs

I’ve been living at the Nuevo Mondo for three days now
They have a sign over their entrance door
A big globe that glows red
I sit on the bed naked
My hands on the cold, stiff linen
In the small space between two parked cars
A Portuguese hooker jerks off an American
He wears a Knicks T-Shirt
She wears a pink dress
The red glow makes it look like
They’re both a bleeding out
Casualties of a strange war
Fought in a dreamlike landscape
Where no one ever sleeps
And the only light is that of a test screen
I know the purpose of neon signs
They’re a pretense that you can come home
When you know you have no home.