Something in the way she moves
On the remastered Abbey Road, every note is clear, and the sad ones are piercing. I'm parked outside 33 Revolutions Cafe in the Granny-mobile (I've never had a car of my own, not really), listening.
It's cloudy and the wind is kicking up. There's a mannequin on the sidewalk, propped against a slim tree trunk. The wind whips at the fringes of her black witch dress, blows her green hair, ruffles the brim of her hat.
She's unperturbed, gazing at the lead-gray sky, never blinking.
~ 86 words ~
2 comments:
Abbey Road is the first of the remastered albums I've bought. It was the first of their albums I became acquainted with, way back when we lived on 6th Avenue, and I still know every word. A great pleasure to hear again.
Beth, you bought me the Abbey Road CD when I was in high school, and it was the first Beatles I ever got to know.
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