She's A Lady

Oh, I know
who she is. It’s that lady
from one of those little cottages
up at the back. Left turn
after the pub. There’s a row
of them up there. Tiny. No
view of the sea.

Bit of a climb
so she must still be fit
to manage that.

She had a relationship,
not really that long ago,
five or six years maybe,
with that chap
who used to arrive on a motorbike,
who turned out to be married.
Broke her heart by all accounts.

She owned the vintage clothes shop
or at least managed it.
Remember it?
It survived a summer or two.

Someone in the pub told me
she knew Jimi Hendrix.
Reckoned he’d seen photos
of her with him.
Don’t know how much truth there is
in that.

I reckon she has a daughter.
There’s certainly a woman
who occasionally visits.
Looks a lot like her.
Must be her daughter.
Or a much younger sister.

Anyway, I think
that’s who she is.

Wild Thing