Thursday, December 29, 2005

December 29

9:21PM Central European Time

Bill Evan’s piano notes in the background of the Los Angeles morning. West coast waking while here in the old world I am winding down, baby bathed and almost sleeping and I have just a moment now at the keyboard to listen, to music waves from California transported through this ether-chord … whatever has happened to time.

Oh LA, you silver two-faced lady friend how I loved you then, before my face was gray … It isn’t fair to have you so close that I can hear you, but too far away to ever know you … again.