Jayleen

We stand by unlit lamps, a tree, a bridge, shaking, waiting like tramps, for kindness to share, red lips white faced, cigarettes without care, listening to that song, wine sipped and champagne, who needs to belong, the cleave of crowded bars, cargo ships and freighters, rooms with dark marks, we can be happy here, watching the rain, tack down the naked café’ you would not hear me, say straighten out our game, ask how much we pay, shuffle what remains.