I will resist the urge when watching a dark stranger light up a femme fatale’s cigarette in a classic Noir film.I will listen to jazz music sans the smoke. Timmons and Trane, Blakely and Byrd – they’ll still sound the same to me.
We sure had plenty of good times together, and our fair share of bad ones. I’ll miss you in the morning with coffee, or filling those idle moments during a long afternoon. And especially at night, outside the pub, you and I keeping each other company.
Goodbye old friends.