Window views, looking over the river
To the south side of town;
Just one more room……
A broken ballerina’s stage
She plays the game; dances for the money
Vulnerable and defenseless;
Just another trophy without honour…
The bed of roses covered in thorns
Euphoria lost to broken souls;
Borrowing the smile of a friend
But, it is still just another room…
Beholden to the audience;
For wanting a broken ballerina
To dwell, in an empty hearted room;
Take her bows but never turn her back…
Take this broadwife dancer
The chattel, on the pay roll;
Draw the curtain closed, the broken ballerina
Don’t want to dance in any more hotel rooms…..





Jeannie





22 old applause
