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