#091 Moon River (Breakfast at Tiffany’s, 1957)
“Hey you, boy,” she said. “Where is he? My Jake says he was barred from ever returning.”
I remember her son. Tall and lanky. Total opposite of his mother. Came in last night and got handsy with one of our waitresses. He’s lucky that’s all that happened.
“I don’t think so,” I said and returned to playing my piano. “But I’ll tell him you stopped by.”
“I know who you are. No one’s ever seen you leave this place. Slave or friend, I wonder?” I want to wipe the smile off her face, if only I could follow after her.
Moon river, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you’re goin’, I’m goin’ your way
Two drifters, off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waitin’ ’round the bend
My huckleberry friend
Moon river and me
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