A life that wasn’t

Line 9
Last train
A beautiful Asian woman
Young
Sitting alone
With a dragon tattoo
On her left arm
I know who she is
She’s a waitress
In a funky bar
In Belleville
Funky part of town
She doesn’t recognize me
Or doesn’t see me
Anyhow
Even if she did
She wouldn’t care
I just wish
And rumble home

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