Girl With Janis

karvelD

Girl smokin’ a big cigar

straddlin’ the fender

of her hippy trimmed car

knowin’ she’d be happier

with outlaws

in a bar.

Drivin’ to beat hell,

smiling and tryin’ to be real.

 

Girl playin’ a big rock star

strummin’ the strings

of her childhood guitar

amped on whiskey she sings

like an outlaw

in a bar.

Workin’ to beat hell,

smilin’ and tryin’ to be real.

 

Girl stylin’ on the big stage

shoutin’ rebel lyrics

‘bout a love and peace age

laughin’ at her cynics,

she’s outlaw

in a bar.

Performin’ to beat hell,

smilin’ and tryin’ to be real.

 

Girl grows to livin’ a big life

lovin’ mean men

with no curls to be wife;

wasted and cryin’.

She's outlaw

in a bar.

Livin’ to beat hell,

smilin’ and tryin’ to be real.

 

Girl faces the big sleep,

guns loaded with flaws

the beat slows, eyes weep

and the curtain draws

on the outcast

in a bar.

Dyin’ to beat hell,

Tryin’ to be real.

  • Author: karvelD (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 9th, 2021 08:35
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  • C E Thomas

    Left me speechless. Very well written. Beyond your clearly great grasp of structure, the topic and sentiment appeals to me on a very personal level. I can see the Girl in my mind, and I know I've felt what she did - until the final stanza, which reminds me where I could've ended up. Well done

  • karvelD

    Ty _/\_ 🙂
    I can't very well explain my own emotional connections to this one. I'm still unpacking this one myself.



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