The Garage is a little gay bar one block up Central from my apartment. It’s 1 a.m., and I am out walking my babies, having just returned from seeing a movie, with myself. On Friday nights, the Garage has karaoke. On my first pass by, Ke$ha is playing, surprise. As we turn the corner toward 1st Ave., Ke$ha goes away, and I am pleasantly surprised to hear Oleta Adams take her place. I have fallen into a sad state, my almost constant companion depression, pessimistic me. I am truly starting to believe I will always be alone. I think about my imaginary boyfriend out there, I bet he would really appreciate this song.
“You can reach me by railway
You can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mind”
I stand across the street from the bar and listen to the whole song, and it is beautiful, her voice lovely in the warm night air.
” You can reach me by sailboat
Climb a tree and swing rope to rope
Take a sled and slide down slope
Into these arms of mine
You can jump on a speedy colt
Cross the border in a blaze of hope
I don`t care how you get here
Just get here if you can”