Nighthawks
2002 06 08
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I am here with Tom Waits for company, and he reminds me of a place I have never been, of a dirty little street, and a seedy little bar, and it's 3 AM, and there is too much smoke, and the light is dark, and we are all mellow. All one tuned-in body throbbing along to his growl. All in the same place inside and out. All slightly sleepy. All of us with cold vodka and beer. All of our talking hushed but rumbling. All of us together, cocooned, secure in a moment none want to see end. What a wish.
Addendum: 2025 01 31: If I wrote this today, I'd swap out "All of us with cold vodka and beer" for "All with rusted brandy in a diamond glass".