Anne Mccue Driving Down Alvarado
It’s a different city when it rains
It trickles down from the filthy sky
She can see the panic in the drivers’ eyes
‘Let me out of here’
The elevator feels like a secret room
That everybody knows
She turns the key and waits and thinks
‘Get me out of here’
Take me down
Down to the place where the monster’s play
I give in
Everything, everything….all the way
She says ‘Sometimes tequila tastes like gasoline’
And the words catch in her mouth
Then he takes a cube of ice
And begins to slide
Her spine feels like a snake that’s been pacified
She’s melting in his hands as he starts to breathe
And it fills her up like a memory
Take me down…
He says ‘Women always talk about love too soon’
Lights up a smoke and he leaves the room
She’s feeling for her lipstick in her make-up case
And she’s walking down the stairs trying to remember his face
Take me down…
She’s driving down Alvarado again
Going down, down, down, down, down, down, down…
