Everything For Sale Boogie -

The jukebox in his memory skipped: Everything for sale… everything for sale… everything…

Then the warmth came. A sudden, dizzying joy. Colors brightened. The whiskey tasted like caramel. Mabel’s good eye twinkled. Boogie grinned, paid for his drink with a fifty he found in his coat, and walked outside singing. everything for sale boogie

Boogie looked at Mabel. She shook her head once. He looked at the jukebox, where a cracked 45 spun “Everything for Sale” again. He thought about the empty loft he called home. The phone that never rang. The calendar with no dates circled. The jukebox in his memory skipped: Everything for