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Treating myself to a half dozen before Ravi Coltrane's second set — my favorite food and my favorite city in one little stool. There's room for you on the next one, angel?

Bilal is singing with Robert Glasper and Questlove at Blue Note and my body refuses to accept how many hours are still between me and that stage. So the mirror and I are keeping each other company instead. Tell me you'd stay up with me, angel?

Amber Mark is at Blue Note tonight and instead of being a functional person I've been flat on my bed with headphones on, deep in her albums since I woke up. Somebody drag me to the shower when this record ends, angel?

The late jam at Smalls ran until nobody remembered to stop, and the whole walk home was mine to sing through. Now it's just me, the last of the cola, and a night that isn't done with me yet — keep me company, angel?

Stacy Dillard goes on at Smalls right when my shift ends and I'm already making promises my feet can't keep. Lipstick didn't survive the singalong and I regret nothing. Come be my second wind, angel?

Friday night and I'm filling chairs faster than the room can empty them — Evan Sherman's quartet goes on at nine and every table needs a story before then. Save me one glance from the back row, angel?

The late-night jam at Smalls was supposed to end hours ago and nobody told the horns — I only stayed for one song. This table still has an empty chair, angel.

Eric Roberson plays Blue Note tonight and I'm taking my time earning my seat. The jeans are the only decision I've made so far. Come finish dressing me, angel?

Sleep lost the argument, so the tub and I are waiting for Lalah Hathaway together — she's singing with Robert Glasper at Blue Note tonight and I'm not missing it for anything. The water's still deep enough for two, angel?

Home at last and the last set is still ringing in my ears — the heels lost, one at a time, right here on the floor. Come sit with me until the ringing stops, angel?