Strange Who You'll Meet at the Twilit Diner

She’s my lack of blue skies
Acid burns and valentines
Trouble comes with two faces
Betting on the resting places

I met her at the twilit diner
All smiles and thick eyeliner
She called it her disguise
To hide her from dangerous eyes
She sat down and spilled her history
I’m a sucker for fish bait mysteries
We went back to my place after
And rewrote a brand new chapter
We awoke the next morning with a stranger’s laughter

I was a salesman in a faceless town
A five o clock shadow weighed me down
I was sporting an agenda of the senses
Always willing to peek behind fences
I was a bad boy peddling good times
She was a preacher’s daughter in her off time
Some of the best poetry starts with rotten rhymes

She’s my lack of blue skies
Acid burns and valentines
Trouble comes with two faces
Betting on the resting places