Sitting on the window sill
overlooking the pedestrians
she wonders where they were headed
were they content? she said she was.
the room was so hot
she held a cold bottle of water
to her head, glad she wasn’t on the sidewalk
listening to some hardhead tell her lies.
opening doors and buying lunch
Turning on the radio she heard
Patti Labelle and Michael Mcdonald
sing a sad ballad.
With her head in her hands tears began to flow