He found something he wanted and pried it out by fingertips. Then the clarinet played an ostinato and the light turned green.
Friday, August 01, 2003
In a cab on the way home, on the corner of 97th and Park, I had my headphones on and I was listening to an old Duke Ellington number as I watched a man peek into a garbage can. He bobbed a little, hesitated, retreated and reapproached as the band swung and syncopated in his shadow.
He found something he wanted and pried it out by fingertips. Then the clarinet played an ostinato and the light turned green.
He found something he wanted and pried it out by fingertips. Then the clarinet played an ostinato and the light turned green.
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