Drifter Silhouettes Poem by Leah Ayliffe

Drifter Silhouettes

Rating: 4.5


We walked the streets after dark
The hours pass by lazily and then suddenly
Sipping on tequila sunrise, dear bartender next round give us a surprise
Foreign pretties getting by
Getting paid to drink by flashing a candy smile
On the cobblestone we walk the road
Under the moon, we follow a path to the dance floor
You run your hands up from my legs to my neck
If this is how its gonna be, lets take it another round
I grab the silver pole and am reminded of when I was 16
Looking for a man's attention, the dream of being the starring role
And I get down and low, putting on a drunk love show
It made them wild, it made them go, lets go-go
I ran, coy and shy, wandering the floor while the lights shined bright
Had to get away, walk away from a foolish disaster
So we left, two kids back on the street
Waiting outside the bar for our dolls to end their shifts
Closing time, keys lock the door
We're leaning cool against the concrete wall
Gleaming angels in gangster glamour
Easily adored, afforded by a false smile or two
Take us to the gas station, we are royal red
Sitting on the bar stool, talking up the cashier
Maybe, just maybe, could you pass us a beer?
The gas station, the destination, our home til the first bus
And the men that we liked quickly got roused up
Tough and bad, they were ready to fight
Loyal ladies, we followed them down
'Boys, boys, don't leave us behind'
Keep us warm cause we're too cool
Waiting for the bus while the sky turns pale
We had nowhere to go, nowhere to stay
Two little babies just going with the beat
Of our constantly tuning souls in the night
Home is where we lay our heads
When the compass of your heart has no direct pull
And we're sporadic, we're crazy
Wild and dazed by the beauty of drifting
So while the 5am bus pulls up to our stop
We leave our old dreams behind and head towards something new
The sun begins to peek from the underworld
The familiar place of dark hours
On the road to what is home, if you can call a place home
Maybe, if you're lucky
We step off the ride, find the road again
And keep on walking in the land of nowhere
Light slowly beaming behind
Two silhouettes of nowhere girls.

Sunday, September 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Tales of living abroad.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2014

We walked the streets after dark, nice poem composed with suitable words.

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Joshua Terpening 29 September 2014

a glmpse into the psychology of a fun-loving beauty in a foreign land. me digs it!

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