I saw a girl with mirrors for eyes and a piano smile
Wipe rust from her shoulders under overhead railways
She waved the men home from continents of corrosion.
A full throttle welcome for boys, salty and serving
Stockings at her ankles before the streetlights got warm
A winter of waiting she’s fully deserving.
Piss aromas in tenement stairwells crawl
Corporation rent books stuffed in sofas
Hide behind them when the Tallyman calls.
Musty washing hangs over cracked tubs where,
Silverfish dance in that mildew tango.
A dance for the dockers, she plays their tune
Guinness, guitars and nylon rubs.
A crucifixion peers down at her, she suffers its wounds
She bleeds with its blood.
If Jesus were a docker he’d sail out in the morning
No prayers, no kiss, absent without warning
Gin is the remedy and knitting without wool
The silverfish take the gentlemen’s excuse me
She no longer feels full.
She’s the unsung words to the over sung song.