She’s the Penny Lane

Of today

She’s danced with the devil

Numerous times

She’s snorted lines with guitar playing men

Clad in leather

She’s spent nights in alley ways,

and nights at the Ritz

She’s wasted and alone

Lying on the floor;

Half alive -

Half dead

A bottle of whiskey to her right,

A Bowie album to her left

And she stays.

A steady diet of milk and cocaine

Unpaid bills, broken glass

And thousands of tears shed

Struggling, struggling,

Dusted with snow.

But it’s all worth it

The sleepless nights

Sickness and anger

Broken hearts

And burns

It all becomes worth it

When the first notes hit her ears

Then she’s in heaven

Out of this world

Hand in hand with Ziggy Stardust.

It flows in rivulets of sound

Trickling pleasurably

Led Zeppelin, the Velvet Underground,

Some Cream, some Pink Floyd,

Listen listen, She smiles

The Rolling Stones, Humble Pie

Even The Doors

Mini revolutions

Flowing through her record player

Wave after wave

She’s Lucy in the Sky

And the diamonds are endless.

She could thank her father,

For he started it all

With a gift:

A record, smooth vinyl, round and endless

It opened a whole new world

London was calling

And it sang in a voice so beautiful

It's all Beautiful.

It is music and music

Equals love.

She is sex and drugs

She’s been used, abused

Been called a poser, been called a slut

But it all fades away

With the roar of the crowd

The touch of leather

And the sound of her record player

Spinning, spinning

Sounds of the past-

Sounds of her future.

She is the penny lane

Of today

She's love and peace

She's sex and drugs

She is child of rock ‘n’ roll

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Written on a whim in the space of 5 minutes .