Jane Poem by Adam Lally

I was told her name was Jane
she stumbled like a seasick sailor
crashing through the gates she came
with her lily white cheeks growing paler

She threw her fiddlesticks across the bar
and her glass was cracked along the rim
her spirit was wild but in the distance far
mind forged horses chased her visions dim

I was warned of her locks of ivy stray
how her life leaked the ink of a pen
she wailed and belted about the way
women flung at laps of hapless men

Placing the rusty coins in the jukebox
her ears fizzed like the reeds of flutes
she danced as the notes came in flocks
swirling high and low like water chutes

Between the stool and the scotch
a silence did wallow in subtle drips
from the burrows a sorrow did watch
the whiskey soak the dry desert lips

under the cloths that shrouded her in mystery
beneath the demons that pierced her soul
there is a calm, a peaceful love
a love that longs for eternal rest
in the cool breeze of heaven’s nest