This table's a mess,
All crumpled napkins and crumbs.
And I'm sitting
on a temporary chair
Listening to Coltrane on low.
The wood in the fire's
Burning it's farewell glow
And the wine all's been drunk.
And I'm sure I just heard
that wretched train pull out.
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