Last Cigarette

You woke and the window wide open, your pillow, all wet from the rain in the night The trail of a siren, the red and white neon, a broken reflection, a cry Just a girl in the alley, a bicycle bell, and the last cigarette won't light You rode to the cafe, your apron, the coffee, the soft-dripping faucet, the radio news And Joe on the line, all the burns on his arms, and his girlfriend at home with a yellowing bruise Just a girl in the alley, the trash and the last cigarette dropping ash on your shoes You closed in the quiet, the bleach rag, the bucket, the bicycle rusted outside in the rain You rode in the dark, sat and smoked on the porch, and the neighbor dog barked and the traffic light changed Just a girl in the alley, the stars coming out and the last cigarette of the day