Morning in Manhattan and Dixieland jazz plays in a coffee house while cable news tells tales of Trump’s woes…..

Fights at rallys…..talks of walls…name calling….fist- pumping …A script straight from Morton Downey Jr……

And the sophisticates….no better….Nouveau Riche branded Mod-Dems….talk of stock options….Dale Carnegie….and how  unions are no-longer needed….It’s good to be the King…

As the music plays…. The Village idiots stroll-by….words once uttered by a youth rings loud… too loud.. “Why should I go see some toothless old nigger sing about problems I’ll never have…..”

Meanwhile….the jazz plays…turning into blues….More pushing and shoving on TV…..And only music is heard…sweet….sweet….trumpets of Gabriel….

Well….it was fun while it lasted….