a red room. jazz.
a red room. jazz. music. people chatting here and there. sitting at a
table alone. unknown. my first night in san francisco. anonymity.
everyone dressed up. i dont know a soul here. i met some people
earlier today. but left them. i am artiste now. in a red room. a lady
said it was once used for s&m. red. background noise of chatter. as a
man sings and plays the dulcimer. as the next band sets up. i sit
here. alone. unknown. red.
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