Dust Filled Rooms

She sat smoking a cigarette

The fire on her legs

In the dust filled room she wished that the cigarette could last forever


But the fire died down and the cigarette burned out

And the room grew dark and she got up

And went out to see once again what it was that was outside


Oh I know that chair I've sat there

As one goes out another one sits down

In the dust filled room they wish that the cigarette could last forever