Smoke rings
down the alleyway
sleepy curtain blues
trying to keep
the window hidden
with an old sad song
that filled the air
her hair in
midnight curls
I want her
I could almost die
tender persausion
a dusty dry red
a corner table to share
laughter fades
trash cans in the alley
red lipstick
on her glass
matchsticks, coasters
hidden in the mirror
close a door that\'s not there
broken bricks
fire escapes
old souls search
for new life
dancing in lamplight
to that old sad song
hidden in the windows glare