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Mar. 23rd, 2008 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikSo I woke up this morning with a son in my head- "One for my baby (and one more fore the road)". It's a melancholy song, at best, and I usually think of it as night song. It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place,except you and me.
Two and three-quarter hours after midnight, right? Middle of the night in a practically deserted dive bar. Drinking slowly toward oblivion.
What if it were 2:45 pm?
The prospect of some guy, in a suit, always a rumpled suit, sitting at a bar, empty but for him and the bartender, because everyone else is at work, is much more sad.
The click the above link and listen to Billie Holiday with that in mind. Hide the razors.
Oh yeah... Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it.
Two and three-quarter hours after midnight, right? Middle of the night in a practically deserted dive bar. Drinking slowly toward oblivion.
What if it were 2:45 pm?
The prospect of some guy, in a suit, always a rumpled suit, sitting at a bar, empty but for him and the bartender, because everyone else is at work, is much more sad.
The click the above link and listen to Billie Holiday with that in mind. Hide the razors.
Oh yeah... Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it.
