“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth,”
But breakfast is complimentary here, and
“I was okay in everything else there was.”
In my free associations between Young,
Bejar, and Dylan, over bad hotel eggs,
“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth,”
The refrain from a song on Destroyer’s
Kaput keeps rattling inside my head,
“I was okay in everything else there was.”
The coffee is not bad, but it ran dry;
Do I decide to go down for a third cup?
“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth.”
René has left me in the hotel, and
I’m not sure I want to leave the room,
“I was okay in everything else there was.”
Maybe these little scones are the best part
Or these potatoes. Can’t fail with the fresh fruit.
“I was poor in love, I was poor in wealth.
I was okay in everything else there was.”
michael jarmer 