CUE
CUE
Into the twisted wrinkles of the city after midnight
An exhausted Muse trampled by heavy boots dives
Surrounded by foggy angst rising from her cigarette
A friend and passion easily hid in one hand or pocket
Jewels of her eyes unnoticed or easily dismissed
Uncompromising dirt staining them (and her soul)
She sings in a silent voice echoed by the dying stars
A wicked grin barely covered by two bony hands
Almost licked by the first glimmer of the morning
The pain of the pavement too far away from her feet
Invites to stop the search for shadows of words and notes
And leave without an applause or a “thank you” tonight
Into the twisted wrinkles of the city after midnight
An exhausted Muse trampled by heavy boots dives
Surrounded by foggy angst rising from her cigarette
A friend and passion easily hid in one hand or pocket
Jewels of her eyes unnoticed or easily dismissed
Uncompromising dirt staining them (and her soul)
She sings in a silent voice echoed by the dying stars
A wicked grin barely covered by two bony hands
Almost licked by the first glimmer of the morning
The pain of the pavement too far away from her feet
Invites to stop the search for shadows of words and notes
And leave without an applause or a “thank you” tonight