The piano played notes that crossed time.
Ellis Washington sat at the upright piano in the back room of the Blue Note, his fingers moving across keys that were yellowed and chipped, each one a different shade of ivory and bone. The bar was nearly empty—just a few regulars nursing beers in the corner and a woman in a red dress who had been watching Ellis play for the past hour without saying a word. His hands knew this melody by heart;...
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