Hi folks,
Here's another random musical selection and verse to accompany it.
Cheers,
John
Bessie Smith, "Outside of That":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsHiWhj5Wo4
Tonic
At the narrow gate of midnight, when the town
is plunging into dream, I find myself
downstairs where the municipal woods are lost
in these black windows, and the crickets’ song
drowns in the central heating. We are past
the autumn equinox, and night has come
to win its war with day. There’s nothing doing.
The coffee table here is piled with books
I won’t enumerate; I never seem
to shrink the pile. And on my boombox, Bessie
Smith has words for anyone who ever
had the blues, or wondered where their easy
rider’s gone. There’s no amount of reading
that cures the blues, but Bessie and the band
might ease your mind a moment – when the night
does not bring peace, nor morning any tonic.