Intermezzo #83

The festival was over and the boys were all planning for a fall.
The cabaret was quiet except for the drilling in the wall.
The curfew had been lifted and the gambling wheel shut down.
Anyone with any sense had already left town.
He was standing in the doorway looking like the Jack of Hearts.

Lily, Rosemary And The Jack Of Hearts
Bob Dylan (1975), Blood on the Tracks

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