04-29-2019, 02:10 AM
Queen of New York
Blush overly applied to sagging cheeks,
lipstick reddens pale mouth,
where songs once thrived.
The first drink goes down, lady-like,
nothing spilled on her frayed blouse,
high heels still anchored to swollen feet.
It would be easy to blame alcohol
for her reeking breath, off tune chorus,
louder than any love you've ever made.
Then he walks in, sits next to her
without speaking, slides a hand under table
and reminds the world that there's still tonight.
Blush overly applied to sagging cheeks,
lipstick reddens pale mouth,
where songs once thrived.
The first drink goes down, lady-like,
nothing spilled on her frayed blouse,
high heels still anchored to swollen feet.
It would be easy to blame alcohol
for her reeking breath, off tune chorus,
louder than any love you've ever made.
Then he walks in, sits next to her
without speaking, slides a hand under table
and reminds the world that there's still tonight.
Time is the best editor.