She doesn't belong here buried in smoke-
Exhaled by men whose times have passed-
It fills the air with memories of the past
Mixed with a ***** blast of sorrow from the ones who always
Leave last.

Her slender serpentine legs sway to our jukebox
Holding 4 quarters, more than Penny thinks she's worth
And slides them inside while eyes begin to search...

A song begins to play, something I have never heard-
It's always Piano Man, some sad outlaw wailing, or a sappy
Love song...
This had a beat, a rhythm to take my heart out of sync.

I witness a silhouette through the Marlboro haze,
Swinging,
A spectre;
Is she coming to take me?

No...she looks so inviting, copper curls highlighting smoky cat eyes Peering southward to an hourglass figure defying the sands of time.

I can only watch and question if I'm dead though I'm alive as I sit
With my tumbler of wine unconventional, I know...
But maybe it's a sign of things to come,
A reminder of life reinventing,
Not done,
A Penny heads up for good luck.

Pretties for you to take-
Flowers entombed-
All of you no longer awake-
In a six by six room-

Roots buried in soil-
No longer move-
Your body, the foil-
Begins to remove-

Winter is starting to fade-
And your plot is a stew-
Your flowers have made-
The trip through the blue-

Spring brings the rain-
And visitors too-
Reliving our pain-
Flowers in bloom.

Look, if you will, into my emerald stained glass picture in motion-
Do they follow your expressions?
Your subtle gestures, or the part of your lips, tracking vibration?
Take a glance into the unknown as strangers do walking by on crowded city
Streets,
Saying hello as a consolation prize simply because they exist-
And hey, that's cool for a glance...

But I want to invite you to the big dance,
To take a chance and fill my void,
Because I want to connect with something in a mind where the lights are off
And nobody's home.

You see my greens... I see black and I don't care,
And I can't destroy what isn't there-
My heart is tired and my thoughts are scared when you kiss that void,
Creating embers that flare...

I crave to share in hopes that I'll find that similar mind
So we can work together,
Burning the midnight oil that sets my soul on fire.