Girl From The Pawn Shop
With a pawnshop eyes & a second hand frown
She sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown, should she leave town
To play the role of lover ex-patriot
A nod to the waiter,always her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a bag
Under her sweater & before she
Reads she straightens her blouse
There's a passion in being alone a grace in a loveless time
There's no new cross, there's no new sign
Only the sun & the changing tide
And out of respect, well really must confess
I never lost your number i never
Lost your address
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime later no, no not yet
We'll smile & remember it like this
She put back the letter,one tear
Falls like a feather & disappears
On this bar room floor
The gratuity included, you know
The letter concluded
P.s. all my love
