Woman In The Night...
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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr
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Woman in the night
singing songs to a lamp post,
in her tight, haughty wrap,
ornate spangled shiny glass,
like Gruosi knock-off diamonds.
Still, she dons the stoic glare
that once quenched the thirst
of the midnight wolves.
Arms crossed, stiletto's spike
'neath the poled spotlight,
haute-couture from a genre
when phone-booths were built
like stand-up coffins.
And her desultory manner,
of her social presentation,
sardonically greeted
by those who never knew her
from yesterday's... long gone.
The scape no longer haute-couture
apparent to the avant-guarde
who rule the after midnite sweep,
have their pick of the snatch.
They are the owners of the streets, now
they've watched her stage wane for years,
her futile battle with time.
And as this passion play pauses,
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on the corner of 42 and 5th,
theres' a buzz of Broadway goers,
and the opulence that follows suit.
While just a shadow away,
Woman in the night,
humming Lou Reed tunes -
waiting for a reprise
of ''Heroin'',
or...Ziggie
Big Brother, or Bowie.
But all thats been abated-
with time and Maybelline;
crinkles, cracks...in her 'come here' wink,
crows-feet like fault-lines
that reflect each morning on smoked glass,
that speak to her sadness with no restaint,
no aesthetic mercy!
For these times are gone forever,
and the memories burn and scar-
from years of wanton love,
stories that she wears
on the frownlines of her face.
Because memories.... are just that,
and left ''as that'',
depress like veins in migraine...,
from void......emptyness.........,
SORROWEDNESS!
Woman in the night
singing songs to a lamp post,
waiting for a reprise of ''1984''.
For Big Brother, ....Ziggy -
his Spiders From Mars.
And she knows she'll never live
those times again...
still she freeze-frames it all
in the Stardust of her mind -
Such is Life.........................
One day she'll pass
as so shall we,
for Woman in the Night
in so many ways
not so different
than you and me.
So strange Life be.................
Frank James Ryan, Jr.
______2010______
*Revised July 10th,2015
Reposted July 23rd,2015
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