Todd Cirillo		The Best Time For Country Music   No bouquet of flowers will fix this break, nor any amount of wine, whiskey or new women.   Only the road, Waylon Jennings and you   singing, “all the places must be better than the ones we’ve left behind.”     Stranded (if poets were cannibals)   I’m so hungry for love, I swear, I’ll eat the next woman I see.		Night Moves Walking these familiar streets; the town is preparing for Christmas, music comes from outdoor speakers, decorations hang on the same steps, streetlights and bars where I was once King. Now, I’m a tourist stopping in for a drink, a look at the old house, keeping an eye out for ex-lovers on a mission, sitting down alone with only a beer and Bob Seger singing, “Ain’t it funny how you remember?”   My Booking Agent Bill   He asked me to check out a new gallery in town, as a potential gig; “walk around, get a feel for the place..”   So I went, it was the official opening, gorgegous, all class, pomp and circumstance with lots of expensive art, beautiful women and free wine.   I had a wonderful time.   He called days after meeting with the owners.   Told me, “It went pretty smooth until I mentioned your name. To put it politely, they remember you.... and it seems they are all booked up for the foreseeable future.”