It was no real surprise that our flight was cancelled. The wind the night before nearly made me airborne. Or was that the glorious wine from Patrick’s private collection ?
It was a long weekend and determined not to shorten it we took a cab back into town and had breakfast in Joes Garage. Then we crossed the road and took in the Warhol exhibition, pretending we were already there.
It rained when we finally got there. Movie rain. Straight down and bouncing off the concrete like we were at the thought of being together. Record stores and witchcraft and spells and vodka martinis in the Morrison Hotel bar
We didn’t want to go home in the early morning.
© Ash Cheyne 2017
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