Wednesday, 12 November 2008

Sleep Comes Down

"Harvey and I sit in the bars... have a drink or two... play the jukebox. 
And soon the faces of all the other people, they turn toward mine and they smile. 
And they're saying, 'We don't know your name, mister, but you're a very nice fella...' 
Harvey and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments."
- Elwood P. Dowd, 1950

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