She was from the black water
Wrong side of the tracks
South side of a nowhere town
Why is the bad side always the south side?
She wore pants, tough pants, Dickies
Pounded new territory in old army brogans
Only one piercing, but shit, it counted
Why is more than one piercing so tough?
She struck fear into the hearts of skinny bitches
Never even had to open her two toned lipstick mouth
Making gelatinous pools of average house wives and prom queens
Why can't they stay out of the black water?
She met me in a coffee shop in North Beach
I picked up the lighter she dropped
We sat and had diet lattes'
Why me? she could have snapped me like a twig
We went swimming in the black water, perfectly matched
© 2010 Crowley