No rights: homage.
From the album See It Another Way.
Having had the autumnal blues yesterday, I message a distant friend who offered me solace. I say: I can tolerate one more beer before my tolerance renders me incapable of doing a good job at the restaurant at 8 a.m. tomorrow. A night out has done my heart good.
Asat alone at a bar top. To my left is my sister, currently outside cancelling her plans with her man. To my right is my father, currently at the bar ordering a pitcher.
I finish my beer as the band launches into their opening number.
I know that gal’s number already: I think: had you opened with Lady Stardust? Well, I mighta hung around for he/r.
I get home. To my pack of cigs. I wanna smoke a square and pluck one.
My mind moves quickly.
I play the game I love:
What is the perfect song right now?
Macha. First track from the self-titled album?
No. That was the perfect song two years.
Do better. Dig deeper.
Last track. Same band. Album afore mentioned.
I walk and smoke tobacco leaf. To make sure.
My brow furrows. Hard. Like the force of thought incepting me right now.
I am sure. Perfect song for right now, indeed.