A dream I might’ve had if I could fall asleep:
I went to the doctor’s.
They took some blood and ran some tests.
Turns out I have a passion deficiency.
After the doctor gave me the news I asked, “what can I do?”
She said, “son, you need more Coltrane in your diet.”
She danced off down the hall and left me sitting in stunned silence.
Lou Reed’s voice came from somewhere in the distance.
“It ain’t nothing at all. It ain’t nothing at all.”