You nurse your drink and watch the Lounge Car evolve into a three-ring circus. You witness so many clown-themed songs, performed so flashily.
Rainbow Hair gets up to sing, and a hobo sits down next to you, replete with patchwork pants and bindle on a stick.
"Nice shoes," he says. You aren't sure how to take it.
"Thanks?"
"Traveling for work?" he asks. You shake your head.
"You?" you ask and immediately feel weird about it.
"More like a retreat. Have you heard the teachings of Guru Bozo?"