Good Morning Doggerland!

Black this Pale that New shade of Docs.

Smoke out the window! Their pet mouse Anais Nin mustn't develop athsma.

Here's a cup of coffee. I'm half dead; It's still a cup of coffee.

Three talkers sit on the greasy kitchen floor. One is interested.

Coat flaps in the breeze; Shotgun barrel points at hi-hat Finger pulls trigger

In our coats standing at the bar Early Friday

Diamond lattice window cracked yellow street All night in the center of town

At the Jazz club a voice in the dark suddenly shouts out "Tension!"

There is a little stand A serious-faced girl sells Anarchist Comics

Low concrete ceiling Chaotic 'Goth slide' The world spins

The 'Three Musketeers' in Backgammon can't ride or fence

Unfamiliar walls.. I walk naked down a dusty staircase

Saturday; the punks are out! They stand around the foyer

He drops her like a rock The other takes her up Roll to Rock

We have five minutes to catch the Movie! Or maybe all night

The paper boy arrives The barman sighs A G&T appears

Around a little table Our education in prog-rock

Beer and more; I am the man to-day Tomorrow

Until this moment I never knew The Doors had done a Whisky Bar

"Give me back the Tobacco!" he hollers accusingly. His friends have it.

Face against the tiles; collapse here? A death sentence.

Yellow and grey The texture of air heavy with smoke

Love is just a kiss away... Oh, courage!

Sun is bright above; down the stairwell is a café door

Old Volvo Amazon Glory on the road A rusted cherry

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