There's always one more beer. And then the next one. There's a song that you like coming up, a nice jazz tune that will settle your thoughts. That will make things right for sure.

Or maybe just a few more, but different. Songs, and beers. More jazz, but this time a love song. That'll make things even better.

And then she'll definitely call. Or maybe send a letter? But you've had enough of letters.

All those messy words and scribblings drowned in smoke don't seem intelligible anymore.

But there's beer. And beer is all there is.