Another happy, empty night. My world consists of one-fourth of a table in the evening hour universe of Odette’s A multi-mixture of dinner people, bar people on the make people, lonely people – while Jack and the rest play cheek-to-cheek – unaware of the appropriateness of the symbolism rut-to-rut. I proclaim a universal madness Seen only through the eyes And my own gentle insanity.
Years pass quickly. Twenty five years later I return to recapture my past – Provide a reality test for memories. Everything has changed. Only the ghosts of poets past remain. Music is still played on the piano, But Jack jumped over the candle stick and only empty nights remain the same. I walk out the front door. The sound of it closing Reminds me of all the other doors that I have closed. The only real insanity is the passing of time.
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