Say It Before You Run Out Of

Something Inside Me Had Dropped Away, And Nothing Came In To Fill The Cavern.

Problem Is, Once I Sit At My Desk And Put All These Down On Paper. I Realize Something Vital Is Missing. It Doesn't Crystallize - No Crystals, Just Pebbles. And I'm Not Transported Anywhere.

Precipitate As Weather, She Appeared From Somewhere, Then Evaporated, Leaving Only Memory.

I Had My Jazz Club And I Had Enough Money. So I Didn't Have To Write For My Living.

I Have No Idea! I Have Been Writing For 35 Years And From The Beginning Up To Now The Situation's Almost The Same. I'm Kind Of An Ugly Duckling. Always The Duckling, Never The Swan.