It was long ago on a night very much like this. There were moving trucks & butterscotch chips. Cats were mewing. The milk had gone over, but we hadn't dumped it yet. I sat softly humming a tune. She said, "I have that tune you're humming in my brain & I can't get it out." It was then, then that I knew. And you knew it too. Hum along with us. We are unknown. We are ugly, but we have the music.
