speak in the language of flowers

I'll bring the whiskey, you play me music and I'll dance and shake the tambourine. 

The sky cried hard all through the night. I never saw the rainbow.

I stomped down the flooded pavement in my boots with a pint of whiskey in hand.

Drenched in the clouds tears we arrived to a familiar place.

Shake out your wet hair and pass the whiskey around.

James Brown can move feet stuck cement. It's only natural. 

I may sleep walk to your apartment if you end up in my dreams tonight.

I'm strangely attracted but it's all disposable. 

Sharing a cigarette is the closest I will let my lips get to yours. 

Chicago has revived my faith in good people making great music & having a good time. 

lovely folks.