between the broken legs
smashed feet
coughing
knees
and finally
this toothache
that has had me
drinking scotch since 2
i might suspect that i am getting old.
the single malts are working
the toothache is still there
but i am duller
and apathetic
and feeling younger because of it.
the hotel has opted
for classical
the mexican string quartet
playing the best excerpts from
bach
beethoven
strauss
mozart
and a couple of movie soundtracks
which i don't mind.
anything
just
no
more
fucking
mariachi.