Stella

I couldn’t help but notice
The piano was missing keys
The guitar was missing strings
And the singer was missing a voice

With that hole in her head,
I looked deep into her tarred soul
She spoke to me from it
“I used to be in here, but not anymore.”

Cigarette smoke filled the room
As she lit her next one
“I died long ago, sonny boy.”
I laughed

The rest of the band
Were puppets
They didn’t move a finger
To their decrepit, mangled instruments

“Stella, the name’s Stella, kid.”
I wasn’t wondering
“Stick around, you’ll get to see more.”
I walked back home