January Sky: With a few edited words from poet T.S. Eliot: "Come let us go while the evening is spread out against
the sky like patient etherized upon a table...come let us go through certain half deserted streets...the muttering reteats
of restless nights in cheap hotels with sawdust and oyster shells.The women come and go and speak of Michelango.
( For those who love poetry: I'm reciting from memory...I interpreted his famous words from the poem)
From: " The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"