Lady Jane

Made up like Marilyn, without the Monroe
She crash- landed the movie scene in her baby blue stilettos
Motels and bibles
They made love to all her dreams
Blinded by the fireflies
She Found Vegas with James dean
Holding hands with a cigarette
She was half cut by a crystal haze
Sugar sweet, and so cherry stained...
You can call me Lady Jane
I’ve got my very own star on the holly walk of fame…