Adira

Here in an empty Saloon, I fear this sad game , It brings me no news , shadows make strokes, across the window panes, shocked again I'm broke, songs of a dismal fugue, from the train station, whistle their blues, St Anthony alone, says loss is certain gain, but when you need loans, let me hold this balloon, dance on table shapes, encircle with my perfume to exist alone, with him gone on 'planes, is further down the road, beyond the Dunes, lying near the break, will he return in truth, will we dance on waves?