Missing Aunt Carol
Both heard the call. \"Straight no Chaser\" said it all. Barkeep readied Scotch, kept neat. The 88\'s tingled a most disharmonious beat, Round Midnight he displayed , unashamed, teary eyes that clue those who care to look, his walk through hated change, his grief, hazed fog,pervasive funk. He tipped his glass, longed for one last smile, Aunt Carol, he, and Thelonius Monk!
Bobby O

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