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NAUGHTY NEON NIGHTS

Apron strings gave way to springs unstrung
her hubby made her cry       	
when he said baby, bye-bye
and so she had to think of what to do now  
when freedom shook her hand
there was only one thing for her to understand 
she needed to comprehend the nature of making it on her own
all alone
picking up stakes
moving on after making a maze of mistakes

so it was the neon lights
an aura of colors calling consistently to a woman who needed to be uprooted
all her elderly apple trees never fruited
and so she packed her luggage and called a limousine
may as well spend the bucks since you'll never again be seen
                      not in those surroundings at least
her days of currents that lifted her aloft were a sumptuous feast
mid-priced condo, mid-priced car and a mid priced future ahead
yet and still she lay comfy in her bed
sleeping like a stone
all alone
because they cut the apron strings and
hubby told her to cut the ties and get away

and that's the last words she heard the man say

just her style
mile after arid mile
she'd travel the road
minus a load
free to do that which she wanted to do
while to her soul she had finally been true

and the neon lights
                 they beckoned
with a past to be reckoned
tomorrow coming up fast
day after day yet none would last
in her own inimitable way
she'd traded pans and pots
for the slots
only the nickel slots though
the lady would take it slow
loosing money
winning money
spinning the wheel
rolling the dice
while the ante was two children and a husband
alas to her the greenbacks were paramount
and all the winnings she believed in the money she would   count

but then there were the days lady luck opined “good luck, you're on your own”
all alone 
because she cut apron springs, had some flings and lost a lot of meaningful things 

for a while she was a hummingbird
hearing not a condescending word
flapping her wings to keep in mid-air
floating between debts and income
slightly naughty
slightly numb

and the neon lights kept flashing
cashing in on her credit card
but life suddenly wasn't hard
it was easy to have breakfast in bed
and without the casino always ending up ahead

but then one late Sunday night black Jack called and said “come on over and win”
well that's the night that all the havoc would begin
it turns out that the breakfast in bed wasn't complimentary as she had thought
she had to pay for all the bangles she bought
and found out that the holy dove was captured and caught

and so it was back to Brooklyn right over the bridge
as she could afford nothing except what she could keep in the fridge
because she owed the electric company money before she left for the neon lights
and that's why that lady now spends a lot of opaque 
 days and
 lonely nights
  2012.....PHREEPOETREE~free cee!~
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