The morning came with coffee
and a sack of mute replies
Voices rasped with consternation,
pity in each other's eyes
They'd make safe conversation
as shouts battered the hotel
A heroine in satin sheets
and vast chaotic shell
The night before when neon
lit the contours of her shape
And flashes flattered every inch
of common man's escape
Kisses talking loudly
on her beautiful behalf
Left the same simplistic yearning,
cigarette and autograph
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written for Magpie Tales
