6659. EATING IN THE BIG HILTON

EATING IN THE BIG HILTON

There's love and life and lust. And then

there's character assassaination : they all

can be made to go together easily. Like 

when the wind and the rain comes to spoil 

a day, what then is one supposed to say?

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Or do? These portentous times become omens.

Someone once told me the shape of clouds and

the light of the day could foretell to him the mood

of all that is - pretentious crap, I always thought,

but, then again, who knows? It was him, it was

never me. Some twerp on a tarmac, waiting for

his plane. Can tell his mood by this lack of rain?

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Now I'm eating at the big Hilton. They have this

roasted vegetable platter that's pretty good  -  then

with some wine it all goes down fine. Tell me thirty

years ago I'd be here doing this  -  I'd have laughed

in your face. Things are different now, those days

left no trace. There's love, and there's life,

and there's lust, I've found out; pick

one as a base and stand there.