Is There Bad Learning?

"One of these mornings," crooned the torch singer from the top of a table at the smoky music club, "and the livin's easy."

( We were watching the midnight show at a speakeasy. )

I nodded dully, as the singer called out in a sultry low whiskey-and-cigarettes voice, "Fish are jumpin', and take to the sky...."

( But here's the thing. )

And the singer sang in a smoky whisper, "Until that mornin', your momma's good lookin'..."

( I snorted derisively. )

"So hush now," she sang out, as the crowd called out in applause,"little darlin' by your side."