Taya

She has such a giving way, she brings me Bollinger, on Christmas Day, what we can't do alone, is seek repentance, in circumstances not our own, wine pours down my face, it's like a Christening, she lights the fruit cake, am I here or gone, she hasn't a cent, but laughs at the unknown, who lives with good taste, celebrates a life of richness, calls upon me to pray, her slumber's a loving one, like s rhythm gently spent, lives we look in upon, my greatest days, awash on her innocence, they are like waves, to a beautiful spirit.

Sally

Tell me everything shared, all that we cannot say, try to look unconcerned, cards are like schooners, ploughing furrows in the Bay, throw me the next boomer, remain where you are, in a bar that's shady, don't worry about your hair, ask me to pray and hope, where you want to stay, far from this dockside role, you knew successful players, it was a different age, your tune still resonates, hangs on everything I know, a veil across my face, all that you didn't show, stay with the memories here, bound within your palisade, now when memory snares, you were once so great.

Reese

Music is my being, we accept her burnt cheer, but bring me a real cradle, walk the city of stones, down an avenue so clear, it stokes the pheremones, vacated lovers in our trade, we handle them without fear, seek good parent's ways, long journey's to the coast, nothing is too dear, swallow deep the ozone, never willful or on show, our donors don't come near, their nightmare unknown, support bears no shame, why we'd never jeer, those who helped a decent lady, my golden skin is toned, lawyer friends shed no tears, my warm untroubled home, will grow as baby's years.

Queenie

Sometimes the moon just creeps, between stars white and clear, I only hear alarms bleep, before any whispered groan, am working through my fears, parade like a troubled soul, Sommelier chefs and creeps, I drink too much beer, fallen in much too deep, what lies inside my bones, bringing up the rear, a regular girl's lost home, the five and dime is cheap, darkness hides my gear, a knife's sparkling sheath, these grey walls dance alone, what I've sought so dear, a swathe of light long gone, brought from a lonely pier.

Phoenix

The year Lady passed away, I couldn't get past 19, youth shrunken day to day, hated that she died alone, missing everyone from the Street, on the Avenue or Metro, but you were an angel, my heart was missing beats, sustained by rage, you arranged the loans, sang all her songs with me, put jelly on my bones, before her great fame, she knew what it was to be, promoted as an underground baby, then you stopped the phones, said I'd broken free, have to do it on your own, Now I sing about waste, but also her great resume', so when my voice is raised, it honours her sincerity.

Ollie

Shadows make strokes, against the falling rain, shocked again i'm broke, echoes of an empty field, doctor's remedy sad holiday, it's news to me, at the bus stop alone, loss brings no certainty, I really need a loan, songs have a dismal feel, lonely whistles come off trains, rush to beg and wheedle, love's missing on your bones, cats trip down the Freeway, they know to mark zones, suddenly I'm released, sunlight cradles my face, bright as a bird at sea, my soul soars reclaimed.

Nora

They say he's been a champ, but walks with weary gait, senses my cologne is damp, I'll ask him to my table, brought here by old waiters, to feed his eormous frame, not a picture to look upon, swaying like a knave, sighing his work is done, unshaven in gaiters, a gas fired winter cafe', he wonders if I'll faint, women around me act alone, love his oily battered face, a hundred ways to charm, fighting's brought him fame, his museum a lonely place, smiles at uncertain forays, I stare from under my lamp, wet lights above his name, is the world his caravan, does he know his own game ?