That's where I found her the last time I saw her
One foot on the landing in heavy wet cotton
High on the steps unfit for travelling
The bedsores and bruises shown through her stockings
ANd with me no mercy to spare
Maybe a cousin an old friend or lover
I wore out my fingers on that tired number
The trail of scent lingered diffused and washed under
I pounded the pavement like stressed rotten lumber
And started in to banging my head
Come midnight come noon I'm not leaving this room
The silence and loneliness she's feeling too
The slick filthy streets buckle under my feet
The world's hungry and mean and it's waiting for me
And I hope that she's feeling it too
That the ring and the chain leave a sickly green stain
And the residue sinks in and poisons her veins
And those pulsing ribbons remind her
Of one who clumsily pines here
I hope that she's feeling it too
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