Cobwebs

I'm off to meet an Estonian girl by the Panama Cafe.
I'd give up the cigarettes if she asked me, I'm obliging that way.
There's a wino barking at the pan flute player at the top of Jervis Street.
Urging him to get a real job, head bowed, I smile at the irony.

And the air tonight is moist, heavy with rain.
Feels like I'm walking through cobwebs.....