Her jacket on my chair

She left a flight jacket on the chair like a bookmark. I will not move it. Bar staff asked twice. I bought them a whiskey and said the seat was spoken for by a schedule that might come back. Might not. Berth-bar songs live in that might.

Same freight world as the lonely haul songs — opposite camera. I write respect without stealing anyone's ache. She Runs Class II is for women on long legs who do not need my manifesto. Don't Call It Lonely is for rooms that refuse to apologize for being full.

Play the album when the neon hits HF-3 traffic and you still want a crowd. Or don't. The jacket stays until morning either way.