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It's 6:44 AM at the Highland Inn

I've been here since midnight

Another '40s film on TCM

welcomes in the daylight



I'm looking at black-and-white ghosts piped in from

another dimension speaking in gibberish at me

I don't know what they're saying



Another cocktail party, another sordid affair

in the hotel lobby

I don't know if I'm sleeping on the job or in a trance

just trying to awaken my cinephiliac hobby



by staring at black-and-white ghosts piped in from

another dimension speaking in gibberish at me

I don't know what they're trying to tell me



At 8 o'clock the boss walks in

picks up the remote and turns the TV off saying,

"Man, I don't know how you can stay awake watching this stuff."

I just sleepily smile back at him and grab my backpack

I've got nothing to say in response

I don't even know if I remember how to speak English



I've lost it looking at the black-and-white ghosts piped in from

another dimension speaking in gibberish at me



And if you go down to Atlanta, Georgia

and spend a night at the Highland Inn on North Highland Avenue

If you go down to the lobby at 6:44 AM in the morning

for the complimentary continental breakfast or whatever

you might see Vic or me looking at



the black-and-white ghosts piped in from

another dimension speaking in gibberish at me

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