Factory Girl

She walked over to the bar,

A Vodka - tonic please,

Make it large and no ice disguised,

Say words out loud for frustration,

What is this sunshine?

And where is the rain?

Where is my private poison?

 

The drug store turned her out, said she had no prescription.

These Insults of a higher colour,

Faiths in looser hues,

Oh! How she struggled to stay afloat.

 

She always found that place,

She always heard the voice

Those words of yearning and listening

Compounding without loss

All in the songs of a travelling minstrel

She saw it all.

 

The past was like the cold in night time,

Seeping in through the covers, oh so slow,

Inches in time, inches in rhyme

Day by night and night by day,

The cold stole it all away.

 

All she had were words,

These words so silent in its turmoil,

Never reached the gulf of solidarity,

Never bridged these gaps of dreams' past,

Never beyond the summers did last.

 

Here's you poison honey,

Drink it slow,

Let it grow,

Let the smoke rings halo

Remind you of that other fellow

Let it in slow.

 

The days of gleeful siding,

Remember sweetheart

That day in October,

Those sly dances

The burning cold

And escapist dreams of problems old.

 

Drink it slow, let the warmth grow

I'm the bartender and

I'm your friend.

Tell me your secrets,

Your foes; your woes

Here's to another vodka tonic.

 

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