Pasadena Woman

She wears the night when she steps out
Her hair alive with city lights
Signals change from red to blue
Bloodshed on the avenue

She follows alleys and backstreets
My shadow just one step ahead
Cornered at the cul-de-sac
Fearing fire and reprisal

I see her eyes are burning
Tears sizzling when they hit the street
She ignores the first responders
And there's hell to pay when we get home.

Suggested by The Doors' "L.A. Woman"
Art by Jayan