Ruth

Road Stop Cafe, late July

Slumped down into her chair

Her eyes all smudged, her thoughts awry

Jet black, her long thin hair

A piercing on her subtle nose

Her arms, a tattooed mess

The stamps of old loves I supposed

Hard to let go I guess

Sewn in her brow, some bitterness

Betrayal and some lies

Yet still a faint hope etched within

The crow’s feet around her eyes

She held herself with heaviness

No one would dare go near

And guarded like it was her young

Her lukewarm pint of beer

It was as it she’d lived her life

Her mouth a tired pout

Though she was barely forty one

She was now all rocked out

Road Stop Cafe, late July

I’ll never know her truth

But I could feel her inner cry

Upon her necklace “Ruth”

Sam Allen

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