Monday, January 4, 2010

the origins of clementine or how elliott lost his hat

once upon a time...

while driving on sunset i thought i saw elliott standing on a corner. standing still. f-180 red label in hand. truckers hat on the concrete. playing for change. people passed by. only the poetically touched hipster's small framed daughter stopped, paused and offered a smile. swayed her arms. frowned as mama called her name... clementine, clementine!

clementine skipped away but not before noticing elliott's empty hat. elliott grinned, nodded in affirmation. little clementine picked up the hat, placed it on her head and in a moment vanished around the corner of sunset and lemoyne street...

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