From the fire escape of our apartment in Outremont.

Don't tell anybody but campsite 59 is the place to be with a personal rock formation and daily bird concerts.

There is a sad song for every waitress in this town
Phone calls to family at the forlorn parking lot
Scattered showers and icy wind
Casinos and taxidermy
So glad we have wheels and gas in the tank

Warming up so she can pull the tourists up 11a territory on Corner Drug.