Girl on a Corner

Morning rain drapes her haze
Leaves dew on an empty pack of Lay's
Doesn't rinse as much as stir in
That trenchant tin twang of urine
The underpass of tarps and tents
Nineteen tiny governments
I'm just passing through
Didn't mean to lock eyes on you
Girl on a corner

Teddy Ruxpin doll on the ground
Workin' on you, shit-brown, run-down
"Show me the honey", he says
Then turns all low-res
Cop car siren screams past your cart
Add the screech of the BART
You can't help but chime in
Guess you learn good timing
Being a girl on a corner

You spend days out here, you can freeze your butt
You learn to keep your mouth shut
Makes you pine for the days
When you were turning tricks
At least you had some control
Find a patch, drop the pants
Squat down in your slow dance
You used to want these stares
When you were strutting your wares
Like some girl on a corner