Touching and sad. In a way reminds me of this. Maybe it’s the artwork “Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper.

Emotional Weather Report ~Tom Waits

What we’re talking about is late night and early morning low clouds. With a chance of fog, chance of showers into the afternoon.

With variable high cloudiness and gusty winds. Gusty winds at times around the corner of Sunset and Alvarado.

Yeah, I know, things are tough all over.

When the thunderstorms start increasing over the southeast and south central portions of my apartment, I get upset.

And a line of thunderstorms was developing in the early morning hours. Ahead of a slow moving cold front, cold-blooded.

With tornado watches issued shortly before noon Sunday for the areas including the western region of my mental health and the northern portion of my ability to deal rationally with my disconcerted precarious emotional situation.

It’s cold out there. Colder than the ticket taker’s smile at the Ivar Theatre on Saturday night.

Flash flood watches cover the southern portion of my disposition, yeah. There was no severe weather well into the afternoon, except for kind of a lone gust of wind in the bedroom.

A high-pressure zone covering the eastern portion of a small suburban community with a 1034 millibar high-pressure zone.

And a weak-pressure ridge extending from my eyes down to my cheeks. 'Cause since you left me baby and put the vice grips on my mental health.

Well, the extended outlook for an indefinite period of time. Until you come back to me, baby, is high tonight, low tomorrow and precipitation is expected.