She dressed blackly
And took a fancy to the underside of river crossings
And southern-facing balconies
And she sung songs in slow motion
Lyrics from the Eighties
To Seattle-rock melodies
And sometimes stuff like, you know
Eagle Eye Cherry to Bob Marley
And of course, the obligatory
Tomorrow, Wendy
She freaks, she pauses
Mr. Eyebrow-Ring-Bandana-On-Wrist
Sings some sort of Save Tonight
What did she just write?
She didn’t write a thing
And nervously twists
Her (dual concentric)?
Stainless steel ring
I used to be a little girl
Smiles irony, she hopes
It’s a tough gig tonight
And she’s stretched for definition
But full of ammunition
Did she mean ambition?
Yet, pulling on a tartan skirt
And wondering if they’ve realised
That she’s wandered down to the riverside
And kind of, dematerialised
January 2009 Derek Wilson
We Did Interesting Things With Pianos 
im feelin’ this drop …
Props to you sir .
Very nice. Loved the last part, especially the “full of ammunition” bit. If you keep writing, I’ll keep reading.
I like the casual tone. It’s both conversational and musical.
Thanks for your replies, they are very encouraging. @ madlove78, I shall keep writing…