She Always Looked Like a Saturday Night to Me

even on a tuesday morning

i used to stand behind her in the bathroom
as she got ready
for work

i was off on tuesdays
so there was no better way to start my day
than smoking a joint while i watched her
put on the day's make-up

she didn't need it
but she knew how to use it

she had
more to offer than  looks
inspite of the times i told her she didn't

when we talked about music
it was always great

her paintings were beautiful
but she had a hard time believing it

a worthy Scrabble opponent

plenty to offer
other than physical features

but she
did
have the looks

and she looked better
getting on a bus
than most girls
do in the club

big bad eyes
tight thin lips
soft milky cheeks
and a body dressed for the dance floor

hot
gorgeous
fine as hell

if it wasn't for
alcoholism and low self-esteem
i would have never had a chance