WL Schuett

Dusty Dry Red

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