From my hotel room listened to an alto sax player at dusk.

He played a few jazz standards, but mostly those tunes the people would know who changed buses there. Nice tone. And there’s something about a lone horn player standing at the corner of our lives. I went out walking and talked to him. His name is Leroy. No band, or band in the works, just him, singing hopes and dreams, making a living, making a story.

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