I saw you again
at the last red light
the girl on the billboard
flagging a ride
to catch a flight
But all wings
to the City Of Angels
were grounded by fog
so we taxied around
until we found
a cheap room
There were clean sheets
but no Bible
You kissed me awake
with your haunted eyes
ran your hands
down my worn Levis
We poured the wine
and talked about how it feels
to
be
frozen
in
time
You said: How is it effected
this transformation
from image to cell?
I said: I learned it once
in a madhouse
just a place we called hell
and you're a material witness
With the dawn
a woman's voice
singing an ancient tune
Your picture in the paper
an apparent suicide
from the east side
of the river
The girl on the billboard
at the last red light
the fog had lifted
at last she made her flight
