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