It’s too early for the circus,
It’s too late for the bars,
no one’s sleepin’ but the paperboys,
and no one in this town is makin’ any noise,
but the dogs and the milkmen and me. - Tom Waits (hipster hobo genius days)I stumbled through the dawn chorous of the Dowager’s relm
to arrive wide eyed awake at time of other’s early Sunday rising
don’t you just love some times to stay out beyond the night
creep home at dawn with the milk floats and the dumpster drivers
alive with the electric ideas you’ve made. - my sunday morning thought….
(ex libris: Mark Seliger - a great photog and follow the link to wonderful shoot of stars he did for VF, a mag that I once worked for.)
Source: pdvmorris
