I’m drunk on neon and chasing yellow lines to my next
thrill,
too many empty Tuesdays, too many nights to fill.
Still pretty when the light is right,
still pretty when the glass is spilled,
a thousand miles past heaven’s exit,
one parking lot closer to hell.
I’m tripping on easy, counting dimes I don’t own.
just another blond in Vegas where wild glitter is sown.
Still pretty when the light is right,
still pretty when the glass is spilled,
a thousand miles past heaven’s exit,
one parking lot closer to hell.
The house owns all the gold, the bar bottles of red wine,
I’m betting on mascara the next win will be mine.
Still pretty when the light is right,
still pretty when the glass is spilled,
a thousand miles past heaven’s exit,
one parking lot closer to hell.
©Susie Clevenger 2021
After seeing today's image I searched Google for things about Las Vegas and it led me to INXS's song Pretty Vegas...So my poem sort of has the song's rhythm and no, it is not about me. :)
