Einbahnstraße

Diner's last night music

Days pass and though it remains closed we still visit
The first one at 5, quick pass
24 with a cold beer at 2, eggs over-easy
38 buying milkshakes for three and crayons
59 is where you go after the funeral. Food you can't really taste, don't want to eat and give up after two bites. Just coffee.
75 every morning. Just coffee. Black with your cigarettes.
Tuesday nights were a Jazz trio and Thursday's and Jazz quartet. Then a fourth nite was added for Blue grass/Western music. Now it's a single guitar player on Monday nights, karoke on Friday's and heavy metal on Sunday's.
Barto mopped the floor after the door was closed and put up the notice. He rolled out the jukebox from the closet, sat down and listened. Door locked. Power out. Come Monday they won't remember the last song playing "Spare Parts II and Closing" by Waits and Weiss

Einbahnstraße

Everything must go

At sunrise there is a pause

At sunset there is a pause

In between there is nothing. There is nothing you can do.

Einbahnstraße

Fairly

Or at all. She bent down to meet my face and ignited feelings of condescension. We touched without opening our eyes and heard the shift toward not to.

As the country meanders toward...Really? Is this how it is going to be for the next year and a half? Meandering towards a goal nobody really seems to want without an outcome that almost seems fait accompli? Three years ago this country was in the throes. It has actually been more than three years. Declaration of intents started in December 2006. Change was wanted and warranted. But in reality it is not a drop kick.

--6 months from now we are sitting at a table flush with food. Drinks are served, awkward conversations with people you see once a year and less if you can avoid it.

--1 year from now and the parties have chosen. 2 candidates are ready to make their mark

--2 years from now

--5 years from now

--10 years from now. Rules enacted to great fanfare are turned aside on page 7 of the paper as they are repealed.