Film Noir
The melody is haunting me
Black and white, an old TV
A darkened room, the smoke perfume
insults the sense of right and wrong
Elbows rest upon a bar
Heads are bent, to hide the scars
and troubled souls have found a throne
Some will find a well known home
in a shot-glass of a song
A clarinet has cried the blues
A secret lies with deep regret
Who cares that no one gives a rip?
It's just enough to face the night
Another place to roll the dice
And once again, when tears have dried
they'll leave this place
without a face
to walk away without a trace
leaving me to wonder who
has left me in this darkened room
alone
Written while listening to Billie Holiday
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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