Sienna Soul's Solitary Desert Café

Sienna Soul’s Solitary Desert Café

cowboys ‘n drifters

tired whores ‘n grifters

old folks who ain’t got much too say

all pass thru the doors of this tiny café

transvestites ‘n truckers

perennial down-on-their-luckers

lovers who long for the end of the day

all blow thru the doors of this dusty café

‘n they all got their story to tell

ain’t a one of ‘em doin’ too well

the café’s got no air, so it’s hotter ‘n hell

but they stay

yes they stay

felons ‘n failed preachers

disillusioned teachers

heartbroken men & blonde divorcées

they all end up here

with nuthin’ to lose ‘n nuthin’ to fear

at Sienna Soul’s Solitary Desert Café

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Sienna’s story

Sienna was the youngest child of four

‘n unlike her siblings, she wanted more

she was always curious

‘n attacked life like she was furious:

dancin’ / drivin’ / book-learnin’ / cookin’

always eager, always lookin’

she did everything with joyful zest

she always excelled – she was always the best

leastways til she discovered love ‘n sex

two things that left her sorely vexed

attractive / sexy / ambitious / bright

seldom was she alone at night

unfortunately she never understood

how to get ‘n keep a man for good

not meaning to, she did everything wrong:

playin’ her own drum, dancin’ to her own song

sometimes she didn’t think before she spoke

so out came words that never failed to provoke

she struggled 20 years to be a good wife

but hubby got fed up & stomped outa her life

like any woman, she shed a few tears

then to the curb she kicked all her fears

she took the money she got from the divorce

‘n charted her life on another course

she travelled all over the Middle East

her curiosity never decreased

China / Spain / Russia / France

always willing to take a chance

by ship, by plane, she stayed on the go