Last call

Red dress, long black hair
last call for drinks
no ice...life is cold enough
she lights another cigarrette
Johnny left town  
said he'd be back for Valentine's Day
two years went by since
the juke box plays Nina Simone
nicotine drips down the walls  
like raindrops on a window
like the tears she cried
dried flower...fragrance lost
such crumbling beauty
empty glass
empty eyes
closing time
tomorrow is
another day