It was perhaps ten PM. Sitting in the back of the coffeehouse Rienzi, my girlfriend practiced her version of "A High flying Bird"
Originality
Snip
Arthur was an unsuccessful writer of dramatic tales. His plotlines involved so much obfuscation that you needed a guide to wade through the story.
Waiter
I caught the final bars of the Hesitation Blues as I entered the coffeehouse, "…can I get you now, or must I hesitate." Pat's finishing off with one of his signature songs suggested that it had been a good set for him.
Pat Sky
Pat Sky has died, and I'll miss him even though it's been over fifty years since I last saw him.
Caution
If you were me in the '60s and early '70s, you always walked with one shoulder higher than the other.
Nocturn
Tourist busses were a frequent sight on the streets of Greenwich Village.
An Education
Life in the Village was not just about playing at the coffeehouses. It was about understanding the intellectual and artistic background of life. You'd be sitting with a fellow habituate listening to a discourse on Proust one day, Aristotle the next, and Steinbeck the day succeeding.
Stay Just a Little Bit Longer
I couldn't see a future in which I acted like the responsible adult they expected. So the end.
Blather
" Wes, what's a 12 letter word for an idiot who endlessly natters on about uninteresting topics?"
Bright, Hot Lights
It is pleasant to just for a moment, step back, and realize that some things have not yielded to either technology or years.
Louis N. Carreras, Woodcarver 
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