Wednesday, February 18, 2009
"...that I was on fire for you"
At 4:00am the cough mixture appears to be working and, were it not for the frustrating fragment of a song rattling around my head, there's no reason why I shouldn't be asleep again soon. I chase it round and round, tantalisingly close to grabbing the tail of the line. I'm almost there - no - it vanishes. I repeat the seven words I've got and then 'something something something' as the chorus disappears round the bend.
I overtake a couple more words "something 'Poet's Rest'" and am suddenly confident that it won't get away now. One final circuit and I've caught up:
"...well, if you must, you must, I suppose that...."
As I begin to relax on the home straight, a gentle snoring begins.
"you need the sleep of the just..."
Sleep Of The Just - Elvis Costello