Johnny Noir - A Cat In The Rain

There's nothing so sad
as a cat in the rain
in front of a cheap hotel
waiting for his crackhead
girlfriend to come riding up
in a cab from her penthouse
sleep-in with a dozen sailors
in with the seventh fleet,
I saw her yesterday,
like so many days before
yelling in the street,
drunk and half-dressed,
she was my sister
back before mothers were invented,
she was the first with a car,
it even had a radio,
the war broke out and brown down,
went to hell just like that,
no money for bullets
can cramp a soldier's style,
she looked like Amarinda
on a good day in the fog,
she was a Russian spy
but I just didn't care,
minutes passed
before the ticking of the bomb
became apparent,
she was there teaching
a kindergarten class
when the school room
went up in a fiery blaze,
like the explosion was silent,
it was almost mystical,
thank you for the car
and the cash and the gun,
you can run but I'll find you
like human prey, give grandma a kiss
before you go to bed tonight,
she'll join you in the moonlight,
a succubus' blonde shade

Johnny Noir

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