I used to go down to the Mill Creek. When I was only nine or ten. I'd run trot lines in the muddy water. I'd watch the leaves riding the wind. . It was there I smoked my first Marlboro.
On the late train to London. A woman dressed in black. Is talking on her cell phone. I'm listening at her back. . She says, "Now darling. Don't be such a kid.
I hear your love has gone away. Left you feeling blue. Don't you know that one fine day. Love will come to you. . When the tears are over. All the stories have been told.