These Vagabond Shoes ...

Bemelman's Bar, The Carlyle Hotel, New York

... are longing to stray..." Buried under my thesis, ready to throw in the towel,  and fantasizing about three weeks from now, when I'll be sitting here, a few blocks from home, $20 martini (grey goose, very dirty, three olives) in hand with a big smile on my face and thinking, "these little town blues are melting away..."

"If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere."