Trumpets and Whiners
Trumpets and whiners, not lacking in courage make themselves heard, loud – never clear; Upperclass and dropped glass, vodka litters a powdered floor; remember when: we rushed through Munich’s door? What choices I have made, since I was not able to choose… for Frank, I hold onto a pair of shoes: Pistol Pete’s green and … Read moreTrumpets and Whiners