Redemption From Main Street

Your lipstick screamed Jezebel, Contrasting the midnight smoke colored Corduroy skirt you wore crooked as you promenaded down the Sunset Strip How your piercing aqua eyes shot innocence but the wrong men rubbed their hands together and thought their Garbage can fantasies, How they would honk car horns from Porsches and make your mascara drip if you were too tired to twirl your tongue too tired to make a dream come true But how in the orange glow of the avenue lights Your stagger made the world that much brighter Crying in my arms I wanted to take you home, The minute you told me you were tired of men, How I would have done anything to let you know Johns would never love you like I could, With a napkin from the cup holder I wiped away your street facade as I stared lovingly behind the mask, So working girl, I said laissez-faire, You need a place to stay? My lips wanted to embrace you the minute you Murmured in amazement, “God yes”.