Singer-entertainer-barman Larry Azure is on his way to work so it's one foot in front of the other now and looking up he breathes it all in: the street furniture in various states of disrepair, a general retail commerce fronting passers-by with more or less garish signs offering services, the houses with people's lives going on just the same as his but different, every step of the way human effort, work done by human hands like his own, his job at the pub waiting, the time set, as usual a marker to be aimed at, on the dot will do.