Late-Night Ramblings from Town

We exit the theater. The last usher chats with the person cleaning up the concessions space. The usher is waiting for one more theater to drop before he can go home. I pause to try and say goodbye, but the two are preoccupied. I do not interrupt them.

Sacrilege

To The Entertainer, Billy Joel

There's a yellow rose in Texas
That I am going to see;
No other soldier knows her
No soldier, only me.
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart,