He wanted some new clothes and thirty-dollar shoes. He wanted a .45 automatic. He wanted a record player in the big hotel room he wanted, so he could lie in bed with the whiskey and the piece of ass and listen to 'How high the moon' and 'Artistry jumps' .........
Hard Rain Falling
Don Carpenter
1966
reblogged from Woody Haut's Blog
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Broadway 1953
via Fuckyeahvintageretro
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