On His Own (Week 4)

He left with plenty of time to spare. He would have a coffee at the cafe across the street from the theater first. He'd worked them hard, late nights, vicious meticulousness, things had to be right, that's just the way they were. The horns sounded good in general, here and there they squeaked. He hailed a cab. "Take me to the Cotton Club." Rhythm's tight, but Max is hittin' the junk a lot these days, if he doesn't clean up I'm going to get rid of the fella.

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