I ate Ziggy Stardust

[Keith]

Paler than the dinner plate
he landed just before eight.
Sitting with his spine out of place,
a lightening strike across his face.
He pulled on the waiter
and ordered a razor,
then drew something awful on the carpet.

We drank some wine feeling out of time,
said I was a valuable friend
but five years, was enough to spend
on a white lace table cloth
with a stain that will never rub off.

So I ordered a taxi,
cause someone asked me.
the room seemed so empty,
although there was plenty.
Being born in a gold rush,
I ate Ziggy Stardust.