Wooden Floors

Fire always followed unlit cigarettes
Running away – you could never
cover your bets
She was a ringer who fell for a singer
- who needed an emotional rescue
just to feel normal again
And the barbecue was way too tangy
instead of sweet and hot
So we headed to another spot where
we sure drank & drank allot
The Rhythm was sweet and hot …
Her mood enabled my hollow fame
- He stood around and played games
‘Guess the spotlight only had one setting
-Even the dogs of the alley need petting
And I’m a sucker for those sad sad eyes
-The fires will extinguish when rain comes

written august 31, 2008