Girl From The Pawn Shop
With pawnshop eyes and a second hand frown
She sat silent at the table
Her boots were brown, why should she leave town?
To play the role of lover expatriate
A nod to the waiter, always her flirty behavior,
You know she always gets one on the house
She pulls out a letter from a bag
Under her sweater and before she
Reads she straightens her blouse
There's a passion in being alone; a grace in a loveless time
There's no new cross, there's no new sign
Only the sun and the changing tide
Out of respect, well I really must confess
I never lost your number
I never lost your address
And if we remain friends at best
Sometime later no, no not yet
We'll smile and remember it like this
She put back the letter,
One tear falls like a feather and disappears
On the bar room floor
The gratuity included, you know
The letter concluded
P. S. All my love