Unsung Hero

She works the ticket booth 
down at the amusement park.
The only light she knows 
comes on after its dark
She keeps a book of numbers
In her garter belt.
As long as she has a name,
don’t matter how it’s spelt.

She takes me in when I’m lonely 
She says I’m her paramour.
Sometimes she won’t charge
Cause she knows I’m poor.
She ’s the unsung …