The Traveller's Last Journey DEDICATED TO SHAI MAROM Z"L

Pomegranate Express

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Socrates and Leonard Cohen sit beneath an olive tree smoking opium from a Chinese pipe.

Socrates: Gestures at black tar. Is this British? It has that tangy taste.

LC: You know I don’t buy British.

Both are silent as they mull over each other’s words.

LC: You know I got fans.

S: I got fans.

LC: Yeah, but mine are alive.

S:

LC: Sometimes I think they want all my songs to be about sex, but I don’t even know what to write for myself.

S: In what ways do you write?

LC: Either at my desk when I call it work, or throughout the day in odd episodes, when ideas strike my mind.

S: And in what ways are these each good, and in what way not good?

LC: When I find something new it is good.

S: Is it the only good?

LC: No, there are others, like…

S: But what is the one generic term which covers all those which are good.

LC: You’re not really helping me here, but thanks, dude. I’ll shout you next time..

S: Ciao.

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