The night is floundered away chasing skirts and moving the hips, and by the time morning comes, Ive lost my coat. At some point, I picked up another coat that looks almost, but not quite, like my coat. I still have it. But its too big, and looks funny on me. I guess I will have to grow into it.
I did try returning it to the place I found it but no one there wanted it. I tried leaving my number, but no one called me. It seems I'm stuck. It almost seems as though there is a moral to all of this, but I cant quite place my finger on it