tom waits

Down by the Riverside motel
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store
She closed her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Oh, your hometown's so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing
Hold on

Jenny and Alan came by and we painted Jenny

an autumn poem?

Leaves gather at the edge of the field

Like old friends reassuring.

The confidence of summer

Has given way to the sobriety

Of all things becoming temporary and impalpable,

Throughout summer I command my days

Now I am a beggar-

Chilled and disillusioned

I find a path among the leaves

And Orion begins his arc overhead.

I think Andrew showed me this