Thursday, February 17, 2011

Open Mic

She goes to open mic nights
In her best, blue dress
Hoping that the men see her
And not her breasts.

She strums Pink Floyd
‘Cause it reminds her
How there’s others
Out there seeking more.

Some reach up at her
And others holler
But it reminds her how
She’s earnin’ dollars.

The owner stiffs her on the cut
While tears run down her cheek...
She wonders how she’ll pay the rent
Or eat that week.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!