Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Took Over the Place

       'Thanks' I said. 'You're an oasis Charles, an Eight Avenue oasis'
       Someone in a booth had dropped a nickel in a juke slot. It was the only good record in the box, the Bechet version of  'Summertime'. The haunting tone of Sydney's clarinet took over the place. I looked around to see if it was Shirley. She was always playing it. She was sitting in a booth by herself, listening to the music.

Budd Schulberg
The Harder they Fall

No comments:

Post a Comment