Having just stepped out of a SoHo bistro
I heard the melancholy wail of a distant
tenor sax. Then in rapid succession; a car door
slammed, a taxi sped past and a solitary crow
cawed his lonely song. The clickity-clack of
running heels echoed off wet alley walls. A red
neon flickered LETOH on a beaded windshield.
All ominous warnings to take care this night.
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