Reading:
After hours Druggy whimperings of love betrayed Suggest Chet Baker’s on the case, Wringing pathos from some long-forgotten Number of the nineteen-thirties; lyrics rotten But the melody, in minor key, haunting the mind, Triggers memory of that girl you left behind And makes you wonder if you should have stayed. Lights low, rhythm slow, three a.m. erotic undertow. Sigmund Freud is on the double bass.
