was not exactly Chick Webb's band that occupied the stage, the soloist was not black though, so if you would have the same Fitzgerald's young age when it debuted at the local street Lenox. The overwhelming heat distracted us from the insolence of the musicians shamelessly attacking an issue of the seventies and anger kept the atmosphere of smoke and rock and roll fame legitimizing gambling den. My esophagus with every sip reminded me abuse received over the years and decided to silence him by doubling the dose of gin.
In one of those moments where the vessels, including pipe, barely remained standing, disciplinary fed a lock slid down her cheeks exciting Lady Blues, halving this charming uncharted territory.
Outside, the rain mirror in the morning the streets which were reflected, confusing, dreams and defeats of the last inhabitants of night.
© 2010 M. Sonseca
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