The Bag Woman

Now I have lived too long in Neon City

Chasing dreams about dreams

Waiting on street corners

For the weather to change

Or for the traffic to stop.

Once I was young and knew grace

But time has mugged me and left me in the gutter

So now I beg pennies and hoard rubbish.

I have lived too long in Neon City

And cannot remember the way out

And if you ask me a question

I will answer another.

So leave me alone,

Pass on by, and remember:

Get out while you can.

The guards have no pity

In Neon City.