They paved paradise And put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot. - Joni Mitchell

You go down to the pick up station Craving warmth and beauty You settle for less than fascination A few drinks later you're not so choosy When the closing lights strip off the shadows On this strange new flesh you've found Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf You hurry To the blackness And the blankets To lay down an impression And your loneliness.

I've got nervous energy like a kid, still.

I feel more ambidextrous: I suffer, I enjoy; I suffer, I enjoy.