Blue Nights

Beneath the Blue haze

The Purple Lady waits

Her lips smack scarlet

Green bills stain her hands

In the dead of the night

When the whole world snores

And the roads of the city

belong to the guns, the knives, the whores

The last cigarette she puffs

Waiting for her man to come

But the dusty road stays dusty still

And the mute dog stays dumb

With one hand on her cigarette
The other scratching the dog's ears

"I know 'tis late now, sweetheart

But I also know he will be here"

And so they waited

The mistress and her dog

Waiting to hear the master's footsteps

But the quiet night got quieter still

And yet those steps stayed away

When the last embers of the cigarette burnt out

And the dog lay down on her lap

The long awaited footsteps were heard once more

The man, after the long night, was back

Under his arms, he held a package

A promise for the lady and her dog

A spare blanket, a pillow, and one clean sheet

A few nights more

She'd sleep well

"Thank you, mister, you're ever so kind"

Said the lady beneath the purple neon sign

The dog wagged his tail

He'd sleep well too tonight

"Goodnight, you two," said the man, and walked away

Listening to two songs back to back by Phil Collins brought about this little piece. Inspired by Another Day in Paradise and Mama (Genesis).