Last night I saw that there was a long line outside the Iron Horse Music Hall. I walked over and asked someone who it was that was playing. It was Wynton Marsalas, the jazz legend, and I wished I was going too but I had to return to Amherst. Walking towards the Academy of Music bus stop, I noticed that someone had left one of the front doors open.
Standing inside the doorway was a mysterious man.
A man in a white suit with a bow tie.
A man from another time and place.
A man whose expression was as blank and inscrutable as plastic.
I figured the smart thing to do was to get away from there fast!
2 comments:
Funny!
Dancer boy is cute :)
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