3630. DRUDGERY SPEAKS

DRUDGERY SPEAKS

You proclaim the water, I proclaim the dust.

The idling mockingbird, perhaps, proclaims

for everyone else  -  all that toil of stolen songs

and repeated motifs. The lag and lunge the

songbird speaks. I wish that tongue were mine.

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I took the daughter of Philip Marlowe to the

Philadelphia Hotel. We dined in splendor, and

then, well, sometimes you know the rest, other

times you don't. To our surprise, we met Danny

Bonaducci walking along the street  -  in a 

work-out suit on his way to the gym. He

looked like shit to me.

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The fellow in the hotel lobby asked if I knew

him well  -  I answered 'Never before in my life,

thank God; TV stars are not my thing.' He

nodded and smiled and said 'Yeah.'

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The girl I was with wore a new Swatch watch.

It sang the time on the hour and ran backwards

one lap. My whole life sometimes feels like that.