It costs a fortune to be lonely

in this town.  I managed to get by

on seventeen dollars.  Not bad for

a Saturday night.  I'm feeling

a lot better about myself.

 

A strong wind is blowing today.

Every time the gate bangs I

think it is someone coming

to see me.  I'm feeling

a lot better about

myself.

 

I always imagined growing old gracefully

would be easier than this.  I was in

four different nightclubs last

night.  Even though someone

took me home it was just

loneliness to the

second power.

 

I feel better about myself and

would feel even better

if the gate would

just stop banging.