Thursday, November 14, 2013
This evening's neckwear choice is a cravat with wide stripes of smoky dress navy and bright lilac. Muffled strains of jazz music lured passers-by in from the rain slicked street. Now and then the door would swing open and a patron would slide out and so would the music, cool and warm at the same time, hot riffs of piano topped off by stone cold bass, chunking out the notes like a bullfrog. A few neon signs made bright puddles as she put on her lipstick in the streetlight's glow, and it seemed like the music was purple, then blue, then red, white, purple, blue, and they went in to a saxophone's wail.
Brought to Life by Nance at 11:30 PM