One whiskey, one cigarette, and dim eyes through smoke… A weeping guitar, an upset pilgrim… An elusive feeling for a holiday of some kind, at night--- longing, burning---as a rebuke, closer, as if to grief… A smile, like a slap of long-awaited rain--- without thrill, thought or brilliance, ...sudden, short---like a shout! And whiskey again, and a cigarette again, and dim eyes through smoke… A weeping guitar, an upset pilgrim… And here everything goes wrong--- sadness and joy, crying and laughing. Echoes in the heart, like a temple--- unsolicited but foretold sin! And not by accident any more, and not quite on purpose, again a longing that remained a secret, melts quietly like snow… And whiskey again, and a cigarette again, and dim eyes through smoke… Totally upset guitar, almost weeping pilgrim…
