Lush Life

The daylight gets in Into the room where she plays the piano And she sits there and thinks “I’m so sick of daylight So bored with the sun Someone give me transcendence Tell me a story that’s never been told before" Then she snickers and shakes her head She walks around her apartment Sometimes in the nude And she always looks like she’s smiling Must have been a permanent crease in the lips She’s lived the loud life She’s been to parties And memorized the falsified niceties She had her pick of all the finest furs And the cleanest cut suitors hanging off her every word That all went back to the shop in the morning If you ever met her She’d probably just lie there Cat-like Sipping at a glass And she might say… “Ahh, heartbreak Like an expensive wine You never forget your first bitter taste… I’d like to tell you that, like wine You acquire a taste for it But let’s not kid ourselves” And she might cackle As if this were sage-like advice Something to pass on to your next of kin But she’ll pass on and be forgotten Just like all the other prima donnas That thought they were characters too But dead or alive She’ll be wrapped inside Her lush life