A cold sidewalk
paves the way to
a club:
Blue Note on 52nd.
Tunes lift from the paper
on the glassy updraught
from beneath his feet.
It's hot here in Birdland.
A shot stings the
cool as he lifts
his horn to play.
Where's Lester?
Shootin' up in the
road as the band
stays silent.
No money tonight, Miles.
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