Fallen beauty on a train

You kiss yourself from inside your face,
Make-up caked and smudged about the place.

Hair of blonde, on top at least, then a palette,
of rustic browns and copper-reds that Autumn envies.
Blue jean ripped strategically,
Little black top rides up your beer-swollen belly.

You continue to chew the cud of dreams,
Attendants approach with lazer beams.

Train of silver, quiet and light.
Where did she come from, what tales of her night?

Crazy rock-chick - Rock n' Roll!
Too old, too damaged, a lost and broken soul.