Microscopic View

I was looking for a court to hold Hard-pressed woman, unimpressed, she'd heard it all She said, "I like your face, that should be enough Look, it's raining like a film noir" Hard-pressed woman listened as I carried on I offered up my coat, she offered up her shirt Waiting for the train, ventilation blows up her skirt Hooked me with a wit as clean as glass Hard-pressed woman with a hair across her ass The singing of her keys, the clicking of a latch She said, "This could be my best advice" Hard-pressed woman pouring something over ice No lotions in a bath, no powders when it's done No paper on the panes to filter out the morning sun As it settles down, you're more eccentric every year A microscopic view of something I could never get near I woke up and she was sound asleep Hard-pressed woman softly pressing up to me A smoky mess of hair, the scratchiness of feet A muffled car alarm screaming in the empty street