Rosie lived in the Adelphi Apartments,
Down by Carrigafoyle.
At night she read Cannery Row,
Before saying goodnight
To the highway below.
And all the tomcats knew her,
Over on the Allenby Steps.
Sundays, she’d burn a candle
For all the tears she hadn’t wept,
And all the ends she hadn’t met.
Electric thick around her,
She’d put a record on,
Of something warm like Olga Guillot,
Swaying her hips to a far-off drum,
Where she lived in the Adelphi Apartments,
Down by Carrigafoyle.
At night, she read Cannery Row,
Before saying goodnight
To the highway below.
And Maur...