I m on the night train to Oblivion.
Every carriage has a bar.
I took a seat between Blackie Lawless and Al Pacino who was already drunk. Tom Waites is on the piano his trombone lying across a travel stained trunk. He is singing a song I don't recognise about a man who loved whores. This John would send them flowers and candy and wait outside their doors. Waiting out side their windows reading aloud his letters of devotion.