Joanie

Joanie stands on the street corner,

Waiting for a kiss that’ll never come.

Looking for the man with the promises,

The father of her unborn son.

She stands and watches the passers by,

Watching them go about their lives,

Into the arms of their lovers,

But who’ll sleep with Joanie tonight?

Will it be the boy at the back of the class?

Or the lad in a baseball cap?

Will it be the man she sees as a father?

Waiting as she returns to her flat.

Joanie watches the children as they play,

Once she would have laughed and joined in,

As they pretend to be the famous movie stars,

On the posters looking down upon them.

She watches and smiles at the pretty faces,

Who pass her by under her street light,

Illuminated yet hidden in shadows,

Who’ll caress her body tonight?

Will it be the boy with a twinkle in his eyes?

Or the lad in a baseball cap?

Will it be the man she sees as a father?

Waiting as she returns to her flat.

Joanie where did it all go wrong?

You were always top of the class,

Friends with all and enemies of none,

That Joanie is left in the past.

Joanie was it all for that that young boy,

That first kiss as he turned out the light,

Left you wanting him more than he wanted,

Joanie he won’t be coming back tonight.