Two Suns In The Sunset

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Recession Reverb.

Submitted: November 10, 2011

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Two Suns In The Sunset

 

Will I make it to my temp job in two hours after pushing it to the limit? I need the money. The rent is past due. The Socks have holes while the underwear hasn't been worn in months. The clock reads 6 a.m.....On a Wednesday. The fridge is empty except for an onion a bottle of Smirnoff, and Mustard. All items of clothing filthy so am forced to wear a suit...with no underwear....For the past month...Ironed, sprayed, shaken and taken from the audition, to the store, to the pub...Mon. - Sun. A suit and step of what would normally constitute a Trader on Wall St...Failed due to the beard a simple purchase of Shaving cream could undo...Holes in the suit, two months behind rent, and an onion in the fridge somehow work. 50 bucks in the bank account and a dole hound clown with suit, no underwear, beard, bags under eyes, with no prospects...Keep your teeth and ears clean. Have a firm handshake, a genuine smile, and the heart and curiosity of a gentleman...Done. Show up, listen, and be a gentleman...A narc will forget about the blow found in your pocket and talk to you about music. A Goldman Sachs Broker will buy you shots all night. A manager will fire you and then rehire you...Work in an hour. Sitting in my suit from yesterday, foolish yes...Wine, Whiskey, and what Rick James said, "Cocaine. It's a hell of drug..." Logical. Always with respect, knowledge of risk. But when the saxophone at the end of Pink Floyd's Two Suns In the Sunset kicks in, it becomes a lesson. Substances consumed once false reality become textbooks. Tools. Everything else is irrelevant. There is nothing romantic or significant in any of it. The day after and the onion in the fridge is the reality. But I'm thirsty for the song.Thirsty for the travel. My suit, empty pockets, beard, bags, song substitute the Boeing. Wherever you are. That's where you are. I should be at the Hilton in 4 minutes. I desperately need the money...But there is still more whiskey, there's still more drugs, and Maggie May just came on. Insanity? Stupid? 8 a.m.? My mind says yes...my heart says drink it up. School is in session and this world class fuck up is right on time.

 


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