She came early with the rain
Her sunglasses hid the hecklers
She left early – just the same
You’ll feel her between the grooves of black records
She’s not in the crowd
She’s the music’s tortured sound
See how the Lady commands the starry room
See her spinning in the sky
They all knew her name –
She’s with the band they’d say
See her through puffed smoke
Reviving threads that frayed
Singing a tune that only she knows
The club had cleared
But she’s still here
Drinking in the echoes
Forgot to keep her “cool”
She fell in love with the moon
His eclipse – temporary
He lost sight of true exemplary
Tired of being used
Done with “cool”
She set off with a new name
& left her sunglasses for me
Far removed from the galaxy
She’s real – real cool
See her in a faraway city now
Humming her own tune