The film sucked big time, some chopsocky shit, nShe's outside the ladies� room in a cord jacket and long black Apache hairnShe said, Wanna hear a beautiful noise?nI said, Now what noise would that be?nShe said, The noise I make when I come.nI said, You'd only end up breaking my heart.nShe said. I'd do my best, but I read a book once writ by a butcher, said a heart's only meat.nShe said, You look like a man who had dreams?nI said, Well I had some once,nBut I left them behind in a diner somewhere way back when I was just a kid.nI must've lingered a beat too long gazing on a lonely three-quarter moon.nShe said, You got a lover you call your own?nI said, Yesiree, her name's Julie.nSo Julie's your moon and your stars?nI said, Well, I guess, but when I tell her so she'll flush the toilet or something like she just don't wanna hear,nAnd every word that we speak is like another handful of cold damp earth on the coffin lid of our love.nShe said, Me, I suppose I'm engaged. He's a maître d' uptown but I hate his goddamn guts, sometimes I send him anonymous death-threats.nYou don't have to be God to know love's just a sucker's loaded game,nSeems to me life and death are in on it together.nI said, Lately my life makes no sense, some days I twist in the wind like crematorium smoke,nAnd it hurts when I piss. Last night there were demons jitterbugging on my ceiling.nnSo we bummed around the beach for a while,nMe, her and some surfer's dognAnd she laughed and grabbed me from behind and held a flower to my throat like it was a bladenAnd she stuck her chewing gum on the roof of a police car waiting at a stoplightnThere was a kite twitching on power lines, she said it looked just like a toy's suicidenWe dropped some coins in the baseball cap of this gray-ponytailed guy with a long Temazepam starenShe took me back to her camper van, she had a sign in the back reads THIS BABY'S BOREDnAnd in the mist on the cold windscreen, she wrote her name, said it was Spanish for Catalan snowsnShe's got a thrift-shop sparkly dress, some vodka and Benzedrine and a fake cherry sunburst Les PaulnAnd she played me one of her songs, no way was she Joni but she did that thing with her hips like black girls donShe said, So you like the blues?nI said, Mmm, I love the blues.nShe said, Me and you should just take off, find a field with flowers, go found us the Republic of Howlin' Wolf.