Closing Time by Ricardo Wang
Missed Connections in Manhattan
Closing Time
Closing time
There is always Last Call
Now when king has gone
Gone again for search of love
She dreams
He licks the salt
with pulsing music in his ears…
Oh, Happy Hour…
I guess we are not at fault
where are we then?
She figures – Eternity is not a closing time..
Are we in Paradise?
Her Two Cents
Are Happy Hours truly happy? Is the Last Call ever the final word? Closing Time marks the end of one thing and the start of something else. What do you hear? What do you taste? What do you see? What do you feel? Eternity is our container, but we get to decide if it’s Paradise or not. Cheers!
