Last night the walls were thin between bedrooms. Next door it sounded as though somebody was rearranging the furniture during a couple of hours before and after I retired. I awoke several times, possibly 1,2,and 3 o'clock and could hear a deep male monologue going on but couldn't identify the words or if another person was responding more quietly.
I rarely seem to get an undisturbed night on these trips - I could reel off another ten anecdotes without thinking along these lines.
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Paul Simon: Duncan
ReplyDeleteCouple in the next room,
Bound to win a prize,
They've been going at it all night long.
I'm trying to get some sleep,
But these motel walls are cheap,
Lincoln Duncan's is my name
And here's my song.
RR - listened to it on You Tube. Deceptively simple lyrics, and intricate sympathetic accompaniment. I was with Duncan the whole way.
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