I don't know you, Chet.
And
You don't know me.
But
Right now,
You're all I have.
Sorry I can't offer you whiskey.
I don't have cash.
But
Maybe we can both just sit here
And
Just be miserable
Oh so miserable
We're so good at that aren't we?
Molding melancholy like clay
Holding misery on a leash (or maybe it's holding us? What do you think?)
You really knew rockbottom didn't you?
Really decorated that place and called it your own
Cigarette smoke and liquor marking every corner of the damn place
It's been years now.
Time has spared you, Old friend
You're long gone.
Passed away back in Amsterdam
Here's to you.
And
Your sad trumpet.
May your misery become salvation to us all.
Amen.
