The hotel I’m at plays terrible music. It’s as if someone created an XM radio station called ‘Sappy Lyrics.’ But just now when I walked in, they were playing Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland,’ which I really like, and which I think has some actual lyric subtlety.

‘She comes back to tell me she’s gone

as if I didn’t know that

as if I didn’t know my own bed.

As if I never noticed

the way she brushed her hair

from her forehead.’