“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’sKaput keeps rattling inside my head,“IContinue reading “#557: Hotel Breakfast (a loose villanelle)”