Dusk had swept in bringing a hush in the air, separating the day folk dragging themselves home from work and the night people arriving at Birdland. Thunder stumbled around in the twilight. He looked out of his hotel window into the fog of darkness focussing on the few drops of rain splattered on the window. He  poured a drink, stuck a stack of records on the turntable, starred at the silent phone and drifted back to the window……

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