- Apr 2, 2020
I was never a jazz aficionado. But I fancy one codicil of Jazz: Detective noir, baby.
It was a dark rain, see; the kind of rain that masked the city, the hoods, the dolls, the dirt. I strolled as vagabond recovering from a day on the sauce, and then there she was: some dame smoking her cigarette, a dame that you knew could hurt you, know will hurt you, but felt possessed despite the greater efforts of my smokes and my esteem ...