ZONA’S CHAMBER, TOWER OF THE MOON Early morning
Mentl returns from the privy. He yawns
MENTL NARR: As much as I love this place, you’d think that the Tower Of The Moon would have its own en suite privies. No, Zona, I am not using a chamber pot – not if I have a choice.
Sees the gorgeous sunrise over the Valley Of The Moon. Smiles broadly.
MENTL NARR: Still – there’s not too much to complain about. Look at that. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I swear I still think some day I’m gonna wake up in the back seat of that Dodge off of E Street, finding I’ve just dreamed Zona … all the crazy, wonderful shit. But today … good morning, Erogenia.
He smiles. Reaches out and causes his acoustic guitar to appear.
Morning has brok-en, like the first morn-ing
Blackbird has spok-en, like the first bird