I feel a bit funny in the head, didn’t drink yet, only mentioned a beer as a possibility after a long drive. Must have been the acclaim, especially your Medal of Honor, Allan.

The melody of that doggie song wouldn’t stop in my head, night nor day. Could be a strong anti-ballad. With conga’s.

Night nor day you are the one

Get lost below the moon and under the sun

Whether near to me or far

A dingbat dork is what you are

Night nor day you are the one…’

Not that Cole would have been amused, he hated tinkering with his music by jazz musicians, it seems. That would have gone for tinkering poets too. Especially if the object of attention is,…well, you know.

I could only stop the music machine in my head by tinkering a bit more with my version of the lyrics. Seems even more fitting to…well, you know, to exchange ‘much’ with ‘mean’. ‘How mean is that doggie, ‘ etc.

Now I am going to tinker with the Barber song. Or not.