Been a long couple of weeks. Woke up early, decided to sleep till after traffic. Couldn't. Scrambled out before. Out the window it's trees and blankets of fog. Little oils in my breakfast bar find their way into my coffee and coil black black black. Organs push, drums turn, wobble, wander, a saxophone 4/5
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