Tami was clockwork with her sorrow
It spilled out and steamed like the first morning cup of coffee
She would press her brows together and frown
Muttering something like she felt this life was a constant hangover
And she always seemed to need another drink
Her hair hung limp and her eyes were always dry
For she had been crying since dusk and it only stopped at dawn
She had a broken heart tattooed on her chest
Along with a closed sign and on her back the words were branded
Closed for maintenance and because you simply aren’t worth it
Tami was clockwork with her sorrow
Pooling herself next to me at this early morning diner
Jenny was consistent with her rage
Balled up in a discarded napkin she twisted in her fists
She would grind her teeth together and growling
Hissing something like she felt this life was a dead-end
And she just wanted to drive off the edge
Her hair was wild and her voice was hoarse
For she had been yelling since the morning and it doesn’t end until night
She was wrapped in black with mascara tracing lines along her face
Vampires live branded her chest and it was her dedication
To all her bloodsucking friends out there
Jenny was consistent with her rage
Slamming through the door and heading toward me at this early morning diner
Connie was routine in her fear
Following her like a shadow nipping at her heels
Leaving her huddled down and whimpering
Whispering something like this life is only a dream
And she just wanted to fly away these days
Her hair was streaked with gray and her skin wrinkled in the pain
For she had been hiding since she was born and it won’t end until she dies
Living in the past of her mother
She wears a cross in hopes faith will keep the nightmares away
Trying to find strength enough to walk away
Connie was routine in her fear
Skittering across my gaze as she takes a seat behind me in this early morning diner
Lindsey was habitual in her happiness
Rejoicing in the everyday chaos and mayhem like a never-ending train wreck
Leaving her dancing on table tops and laughing
Singing something like this life is a hallucination
And she was enjoying the constant trip
Bright blue her hair was striped and her skin glistened with sweat and lust
For she had been painting the town pink since last week
Refusing to stop chasing the night life
She enjoys her platform boots and the feel of her fishnet stockings
Sexuality and confidence peeking out from the corners’ of her eyes
Lindsey was habitual in her happiness
Laying across the counter in front of me at this early morning diner
Then there was me, forever lost in my imagination
Showcasing myself in a still frame of five
Ordinary at first almost dull by design
I blend into the background, a living shadow
Writing out this life is like an endless horizon
And I feel like I am helplessly left wandering
Trying to find myself hidden in these postcard moments
Of four women and me
Trapped and cornered to your sight in this early morning diner
