I may have worked at Court Square Tavern for the last time, but I'm not really sure. I don't have any shifts scheduled as I want downtime on my Friday nights so I can enjoy life a bit. It's nice to have two nights a month where I can go out and socialize. I need this.
I'm unsettled about what this might mean, to be honest. The place is not what it used to be, and I'm lamenting that a chapter in my life has closed.
Again.
Without going to that, I'll refer you an improv that leaked out of me about three hours before I went in that night. In the song, I'm drawing upon all the unknowns currently facing me. How am I going to get through this life? What's it going to be like? Will I find another place I can call home?
I don't know. But I'm glad I have music to help me sort it out in my head.
Striking down the mundane and dastardly while retaining a certain obscure turn of phrase, denoting something elusive yet concrete.
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