Last Stop

Midnight on the local bus
A little late as always
The blue-eyed boy and Ms. Fatale
On 'til the end of the line

She lifts her veil and goes down
While baby blues turn black
She leaves lipstick traces the full length
And swallows liquid pearls

Discharged at the final stop
The Metro shutting down
Faces come and faces go
She reflects, wiping her lips as she mourns.

Mimsy Farmer in "Perfume of the Lady In Black"