friday night in albany. at

friday night in albany. at least i admit that i am lonely, as i putter about my room occupying my time. going for a walk. making a cup of tea. reading. playing guitar. tentative plans with friends cancelled, and the hermit falls back into his hermetic ways. head in shell. sometimes, i envision myself an old man moving about his house aimlessly, attempting to fill the hours. living room to bathroom to kitchen to living room to bedroom to kitchen to bathroom to front porch to bedroom and so on.
alone. i re-wrote a song tonight called "georgia at least." it will appear on i am not in spain, replacing the existing version, as it doesn't fit the feel of the record. worked with bean today, digging holes and tying dead trees together. she is so electric and alive. effervescent. i too will be that young at fifty. that beautiful. depth. twenty-nine. albany. alone. friday night. who would have thought?

Posted by at August 23, 2002 11:08 PM

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