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I was sitting in the front room at Alex’s today, happier
Than I’ve been in a long time with the sun
Creeping in through four windows
And high ceilings and a guitar
In a chair and an oriental throw rug
On the bare floor
Billie Holiday was, and I was. . .
Sitting on the sofa reading and waiting for
Alex to get out of the shower.
A deaf and semi-insane but
Well-meaning man was
In the kitchen
Clanking, Crashing dishes and
Shuffling sandy across the floor.