That Was The Last Time I Ever Saw Her-
Through A Shop Window, Sleeves To Her Elbows.
I Walked Past And Kept On Walking
And Lit A Smoke With My Hands Shaking.

She Was Something Else

A Few Summers Ago
We Spent Weeks In Her Room
Just Having Sex And Listening To Jazz
And That Was The Life.

But I Didn't Know At The Time

Blinds Drawn At Twelve Noon
With Daylight Pouring Through
Projecting Lines On Her Body

Move On, Move On, Move On
Smoke Your Smoke And Move On

I Should Go Back
See If She's Still There
Standing Like A Statue