Girl on a Corner

morning rain drapes her haze

leaves dew on an empty pack of Lay's

doesn't rinse as much as stir in

that trenchant tin twang of urine

the underpass of tarps and tents

nineteen tiny governments

I'm just passing through

didn't mean to lock eyes on you,

Girl on a Corner

 

teddy ruxpin doll on the ground

workin on you, shit brown run down,

show me the honey he says

then turns all lo-res

cop car siren screams past your cart

add the screech of the BART

you can't help but chime in

guess you learn good timing

being a girl on a corner

you spend days out here you can you freeze your butt

you learn to keep your mouth shut

(Makes you pine for the days

when you were turning tricks.

At least you had some control.)

find a patch drop the pants

squat down in your slow dance

you used to want these stares

when you were strutting your wares

like some girl on a corner