jazz
big
full
jazz
sweet
funky
jazz
reminds me of nola
reminds me of halloween
reminds me of the 1920’s
reminds me of phryne fisher
reminds me of a time and a place and a storyline
when, maybe, i’d have wanted to be alive
New Orleans
November 13
if you listen (not so) closely
the horns of the cars of a New York City street
almost sound like
the horns of the start of a New Orleans brass band
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