What I miss in all this, I miss going to the diner late at night. Mediocre but strong black coffee, a plate of eggs & bacon and sourdough toast, some cherry pie later, a book I'm half-ass reading, notebook to write in. Watch the black sky outside, and the other late-night solos. Burn a few hours.
Of course, that always makes me think about Nighthawks.
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