There’s a scene in my head where
a guy is driving in a car, a body
in the boot. One of several he’s both
collected and disposed of inside
the same (productive) week. And
the music in his head and/or on his
stereo is the Phil Collins ballad,
One More Night, strictly the live version
from the Serious Hits record. Such
scenes only feel perfect when
they’re deep inside your head. Like
the perfect plan for murder, it’s best
I do not share it. Let the saxophone solo
linger, as the blood drains from the tune.