The Spoon in Harlem
The saxophone came through the window first, a low blue note that curled into the kitchen like smoke. Then the piano, then the drums, then voices singing something that sounded like prayer and something that sounded like laughter, maybe both at once. Julian Hayes stood at his stove and stirred a pot of red-eye beans, and the music made his hand move in time, the wooden spoon keeping rhythm with...
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