She drove me here...

But she ain't gonna take me away.

Whenever.

Wallflower.

Blank.

Black Pepper.

Overcast.

It was Sunday afternoon.

We sat in his overcast apartment

And he played a song –

Alone, jealous and stoned.

He sipped vodka. Straight.

Stared at the screen.

I smoked another cigarette

And watched his clouds

Articulate through his head

And spread up the wall.

Just another spider web.

Best served with red wine.

The first time I heard Leonard Cohen

(And knew that I heard Leonard Cohen)

I was sitting at that table

In the warmed wooden room of high ceilings

And constant stream of interesting conversation.

That night I wanted to wipe away my youth

So I too could be one of the old wise faces.

And even though I did not know who Marianne was,

Or why we should bid her so long,

A woman across me sang to come over to the window.

Dots Dots Dots.