A sleepless night in the city. No peace and quiet in the city. It's hotter than the water from a boiler in the basement of Hell. In this low rent, walk-up, broken-down hotel. Counting the cracks on th
The January rain. Drapes the sky in grey. And hides away the sun. And the pattering can be maddening. But I'll wait until it's done. For I can't chase the clouds away. And I can't stop the falli
I'm frozen like a photo, a sepia-colored picture,. voices in the hall, line the flower on the wall. Me n Isabella, playin' the piano,. melodies we pen, that may never come again. But oh, when I he