First day of spring. Stopped by Luxor
where the electricity ended forever around 9:30
and I rode with a nice Irish guy to—get this—
Paradise where he played the piano keyboard and—as I’ve been proclaiming ever since—
I had a sandwich with an Asian guy and a Hispanic guy. A sandwich dance.
Part of the sandwich drove me home where—in the car beneath my apartment—
we had coffee and Jimmy Stewart.
Smiling apples. A year goes by. And then another.
When we are happy is it all gone?
