A 4am slurred walk from the train on a Saturday night with the Sunday morning quiet can leave the head filled with thoughts of curiosity or complete malice…
Famous Blue Raincoat has been lodged in my mind for quite some time now
the lyrics play sleepily over and over
the melancholy is comforting in my not so sober brain as i stumble down the street humming the tune and trying to fully understand this man writing a letter to his wifes lover with pure honesty and acceptance of the matter
how many men could actually do that?
for a time i fully understood it when i dissected it
then it dawned on me
how is it someone can be that rational in such an an irrational situation?
for a long time i always thought i was that man
on a few of these walks home i found out that i am far from him
i shouldnt’ have to be