Hot Water Music

There once lived a man who smiled a grand smile and danced a tune so sweet, he loved the most beautiful of women and wrote the most real of poetry. He left the world listening to the hot water music of the world and time went on and he left a long time ago so long, but they remembered him as a good man. The hot water music sings softly in the ears of my own, and those girls drink their sorrows in the bar and danced on the marble dance floors and the DJs and barkeeps leave their posts and have a cigarette or a free beer or fresh air outside and they all hear and know of the hot water music that at one time that man listened to. And they all break glasses and paper plates and dance on home, and sleep at night wake up at dawn find themselves on another woman's lawn. Tears fall from their eyes and they say their goodbyes.