A rainy day on Hwy 1

To complete what  I began with my oblique almost quote in the title:

I was a stranger in the city, out of town were the people I knew
I had that feeling of self-pity – what to do, what to do, what to do?
The outlook was exceedingly gloomy
but as I walked those empty streets alone, it turned out to be the luckiest day
I’ve known.

A foggy day, in London-town
had me low, had me down
I viewed the morning with alarm,
the British Museum had lost its charm.
“How long,” I wondered, “Could this thing last?”
But the age of miracles had not passed
For suddenly
I saw you there
and in foggy London-town the sun was shining

Transcribed from memory – a youth spent listening to Judy Garland’s 1962 album “Live at Carnegie Hall” from the time I was 11 until….. well, still – every once in a while.

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