Diamond Ashtrays~OneshotWednesday

This week has seen me discussing music, tunes, and performing with a wide variety of friends.  In honor of those conversations, I am taking a big leap with you all, and sharing a song I wrote.  Nothing fancy, but a different sort of OneshotWednesday for me.  And, I still get to rhyme! :) Link up with us at Onestoppoetry, and share your dreams with us!

Diamond Ashtrays

Bloodshot eyes and a cigarette smile

Dressed up in diamonds not her own

She once dreamed she'd live this life for a while

Knowing it would never be hers to own.

The kitchen still reeks of last evenings events

Flicked beer caps litter her floors

Ashtrays and Styrofoam, no champagne flutes

And someone put a fist through her door.

Dave Wilcox set on shuffle, still floating along

She steps over the bodies that she doesn't know

She fills coffee pot, popping Advil nonstop

Cause she feels like her heads gonna blow.

Bloodshot eyes and a cigarette smile

Dreaming of mansions on hills

The A-list has never much been her style

But she's always a chaser of thrills

The bodies now moving, they start to wake up

But she's not feeling like much of a host

Cheap whiskey cologne, a wife they won't phone

She just wants them all out of her house.

Bloodshot eyes and a cigarette smile

Dressed up in diamonds not her own

This raging redneck wanted to dance for a while

In the dream of a life she can't own.