New Orleans, dawn, woke up on the floor of a hotel room,
don’t know why I didn’t sleep in the bed. A shower, vapid
water ran slowly down my body like worms they crawled
around and refused to leave. In a bar where men sat in
silence watching TV with sound turned off. A double whisky
and the worms disappeared. Thought I can’t sit here and
drink like an alcoholic, I had a bag of bacon-flavoured crisps,
and to show I was a man of taste I asked for Dutch beer.
Time runs fast, when you are drunk, suddenly eight, too late
for the plane home that left at nine o’clock. One more beer
and I will be ok. Got another plane, without my luggage, as
I could not remember the hotel where I had slept on the floor.
