Blue Fedora Man,
Take me by the neck and push me into a bush and whisper my future into my ear, blue fedora man! I will smoke the other end of your e-cigarette, the e-cigarette you smoke every night outside my apartment, a shadow of sea-blue fedora across your brow, if you’ll spill your secrets. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop telling me who I am, why I’m here, who we are, why New York City is burning is turning and please just be honest with me: WHAT CLOUD DID YOU FALL FROM. WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR BLUE FEDORA AND WHITHER DO YOU GO. You’re an angel. That, or you just work in advertising.