She's screaming down the tracks
yelling her chants
steel squeezed flat
this or that or maybe something
no ones blushing anymore
tired of looking at floor
eyes up
clouds impound vision
simple rhythm
traveling distance unfathomable
mystic
patterns on lipstick
cigarette **** stained
double espresso drained
smoke a filter down to the filter
blended red tender
20 box
1 lucky
save it for a friend
or possibly the end
of something lovely