Still chasing a dollar
But gentlemen callers
Are scarcer these days
Down after midnight
And up before dawn
Picking at shadows
And Lost when they're gone
Skin sagging on bones
Like the clothes hanging loose
She used to pull box-cars
Now she's the caboose
The envelope is wrinkled
Over-used and never sent
The rules of the game
Have never stayed the same
Not guilty but not innocent
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