(You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. )
Who are you, some midnight Mary?
Trains and coffee in your hair.
Wringing out your day old laundry,
Making out that you don't care.
Singing songs of drunken sailors,
Neon flashing, lights to go.
Wearing out your well worn welcome,
Another role, another show.
Rusty railings, silent streets,
Curtains twitching, doors ajar.
Running barefoot, trailing freedom,
Chasing after another star.
Will her voice put paid to terror?
Will his arms contain your song?
Are you destined to keep on moving?
Is staying put, so very wrong?
Years have etched your face with road maps,
Signs and pointers in your eyes.
Star spangled with a certain beauty,
Your charisma makes a good disguise.
So take your leave, on flying horses,
Or greyhound buses, I'll pay your fare.
Don't stay here and start up talking,
The once full cupboard, now is bare.
Written for a prompt at the real toads. :-)