Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street….Bill Evans at the wheel….white-noise of who can talk a higher decibel rises….muffled by Paul Chambers bass line…..

A right-hand taps a left thigh…Philly Joe keeps time….prayers are lifted from black Keys and meditative peace hugs….notes….hold me along the Westside….Jazz….the last bastion …of transendence…..

Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street with Bill Evans at the wheel….

Passing pulpits of prophets…..warnings of impending doom…..gentlemen’s quarters….whore’s dens….all-night donut shops and 24 hour car washes….wealth around every corner…… I’m still with Bill…

I’m still with Bill…..calm…at  ease…..Riding on Green Dolphin Street…

Riding on Green Dolphin Street…