"Jerry’s Bar on West Fifty-fourth Street, across from the old Ziegfeld Theatre, was one of Jimmy’s favorite New York hangouts. Don’t assume he’s passed out because he’s had too much beer. Jimmy was an insomniac – the worst I’ve ever met – so at odd times and odd places he would simply pass out, for a few minutes or a few hours, then wake up and set out again. He lived like a stray animal; in fact, come to think of it, he was a stray animal. He had a couple of favorite spots on the East Coat, and two or three more on the West Coast."

- Dennis Stock, Photographer

And if I had the time to solve the mystery of your crime you know I would 

If I had to shape the form of your mechanical design you know I could

Well I've been up and down the lanes to lose the memory

Of your name and sword taken from the stone

Put in the lake but I have messed up my heart

And I have nothing more than bones to break

--

But I said 

I do believe 

In all the endless roads you weave

You may climb

You may fall

You could spend your lifetime on the wall

I don't mind

--

If I had the hand to take the blood out of the sand to make it dry

And if I knew the birth and all the secrets of the earth I won't ask why

Well I've been in and out of windows just

To try to find a doorway

I've broken off the mud that is weight upon my shoes but I've

Messed up my heart and I have nothing more than time to lose

--

But I said 

I do believe 

In all the endless roads you weave

You may climb

You may fall

You could spend your lifetime on the wall

I don't mind

and if you were to ask me
after all that we've been through
still believe in magic?


well, yes I do