At the Piccolo Bar
Vittorio
Chews on a blue cigar
And reads the times
In the idiot rhymes
Of the girl with the birthday scar
Up the street
The bouncers greet the crowds
At Round Midnight
Here they’re free
Of the bourgeoisie
And all the would-be stars
She says “Vito
A girl can only wait so long
Vito
Another cafe latte, and not too strong”
This time of the clock
She’s all unlocked
And the man who stole the key
Has disappeared
And left her here
With a faded memory
A wild affair
Turned her hair
A shade of nicotine
Broke her heart
Broke her mind
And all things in between