Last Train to Bohemia

Wobbling in her first ever pair of heels
Staggering down Bourgeois Boulevard
Two streets down from the pit
And a million miles from the dorm
She so fondly remembers
Where Josh once said:
I’d never be here
If my parents didn’t make me

Pulling nervously on her too-short skirt
- They always seem longer in the store -
Clutching her pitiful portfolio
She abandons all hope
And dials 1-800-AUTOPILOT
Determined to make it
Whatever it takes.

She stopped plucking the yellow flowers
Started plucking her eyebrows instead
Stopped dying her hair pink as gum
The Diet Coke replaced by Evian
Big Dreams of
Fabulous Things
Have turned into pin striped suits
And the Shouang Dou closed down last week -
Kenobi Sushi is taking over.

A sound makes her turn
and her glittering eyes behold
only the backlights
of the last train to Bohemia.