Girls Of The Market Square

Steel pyramids bear the load

Of a secret girl that I just saw

Her naive eyes dart forward

The red lights read segmented black

She's always changing her mind

She's giving advice or giving out signs

The cigarette smoke is rising and

The coffee rolls off her lips

Oh, girls of market square

Can't help but hide my eyes

Apathetic look in her eyes

I'd like to see what she has seen

A stick figure in a painting of

Fat ladies barking this and that

She's reading my favorite book

And funny, last night I dreamt of her

We were at some religious function

Who knew her and I shared a god?