I went past a lady
Smoking on a landing

Her coarse black hair
She smoked a cigar
Without regard

For only a moment
I saw her

Sitting there
in a chair
With mystery and perplexity

It was cloudy today
No sun shine
To brighten her time

She left me
Speechless

As I noticed
Her blackened eyes
From restless nights

I went past a lady
Smoking on a landing...