‘Bonne Nuit Madame’

 (Goodnight My Lady)

Matthew Henshaw Esq.

She drinks black coffee in the morning and that’s what stains her teeth

She will put on a night dress, she’s not lost but oh how she roams the streets

She’ll tread the boulevard floor then go back and tread some more

Although she’s seen it all before and no doubt she will see it all again

She stops and fumbles for change then lights one more cigarette

Holds her hands up to the rain just to stop herself from getting wet

Though that’s the way she usually likes to be she knows tonight it’s not likely

Because she’s seen it all before and no doubt she will see it all again

Three little birdies in a cage forever longing to be free

For this was not the way that life was meant to be

Goodnight My Lady, goodnight farewell

Goodnight My Lady

Some things are better left unsaid…