Day on journey: Don’t look now - there’s a starlet in your cake (have it and eat it too!). Promises, promises

The American dream is a consolation prize just waiting for your arrival. The train jumped the tracks at the Roxbury Street Station (we spent a night there, right?). The mind as vacant and triggered as a joy ride and unless you have been there and done that, you can’t walk on that evanescent wild side. Can’t live with or without my radio, this sea of recycled sounds just plays and loops around and around. Recall the painted ponies that beat on like Christian soldiers in Kristiansand, they go so fa oh la tea da