I just stopped for a cup of coffee, because that is what but weary self was craving for. Then they started playing. An Impromptu concert.
They were a hideous looking crew , but it did not matter .
The Italian, on the Saxophone. The Filipino bassist was bit old school jazz. The black guy was a like a butterfly in a beehive (or vice verse actually) on the keyboard.
While life just happened around them, they played . But gradually life seemed happen to their tune.
The drummer, er let’s just say he was no RD….