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Janine, my dream, I drink you up
like a Kasteel Cru on a lonely night

Like the night we first met
I was passing through without a lot to do.
You were behind the desk on the headset

While Benny Goodman played Roll ‘em on the clarinet

I was dreaming of nothing until I walked into you

Janine, my dream, I drink you up
like a Kasteel Cru on a lonely night

I couldn’t escape your soft brown eyes
They held me in place trans

And so I find myself sitting in a dingy café that lured me in with the offer of free Internet access. Only the access is not really free. You have to buy their coffee, of course.
But also the only ‘free’ Internet access is their website! I could
have just as well stayed in my hotel room had I known such was the
case. And to top it all off, it’s been 20 minutes and I still don’t
have my cup of coffee yet.

It’s a Monday evening. I’ve been up since 4 am. I flew up to