Down On Her Luck

She was down on her luck, down to her last dollar 
And no one around to lend a helping hand 
She trusted that sucker but now he was gone for good  
As sad songs where played by some old blues band 
They rode into New Orleans early last Friday  
But now he was nowhere in sight 
Maybe another woman’s arms filled him with her charms 
And with her he would spend another peaceful night 
She herself found a few lovers that stayed the night 
But real meals for her hunger were rare 
They only wanted what she had just for the moment  
As for the rest they really didn’t care 
A year or was it two, she couldn’t recall 
Just those long one night stands in between 
One lonely girl caught up in her world 
And still wearing tight Conway jeans 
She’s hungry and tired, cold and alone 
In a town that shows no mercy at all 
They’ll laugh and leave as you die in the street 
As only the cold dark shadows give a call 
Too many nights alone crying real tears  
But no longer will she hunger in pain  
She’s now the city’s problem lying cold and dead 
In the street that never knew her name
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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