Midnight At The Fiasco Junction / We Love Vinyl, Coffee And The Lonely


"By midnight some are fallen asleep in their chairs/some are nursing their drinks like lost lovers/while others wait for others/but we hang our sorrows up at the door/and we smile like coming home/where until morning the band's gonna play/at

The Fiasco Junction cafe."








it's hip to be square...right?









for keen sewers/knitters/macrame-ers