It's four the morning. the end of December. I'm writing you now to see if you're better. New York was cold but I like where I'm living. There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building. your little house. deep in the desert. You're living for nothing though. I hope you're keeping some kind of record yes.. Jane came by with a lock of you here. she said that you gave it to her. on the night that you planned to clear. Did you ever go clear?. Last time I saw you. you looked so much older. your famous blue raincoat. torn at the shoulder. went to the station. to meet every train. you came home alone without Lily Marlen. You treated my woman like a flake of your life. and when she came back. she was nobody's wife well. I see you there with a rose in your teeth. jut one more thin gipsy thief. oh Jane's awake now. She sends her regards.. What can I tell you. my brother my killer. what can I possibly say. I guess that I miss you. I guess I forgive you. I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here. for Jane or for me. Well you're an army sleeping now. and your woman is free well. Thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes. I thought it was there. for good. so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of you here. She said that she gave it to her. on the night that you planned to clear. Sincerely L. Cohen.