
A smoky, jazz-drenched love letter to the American night. Piano ballads and beatnik poetry for the lonely hours between last call and sunrise.
It's like being the last person in a jazz club while the janitor sweeps up around you.
A romantic but weary celebration of urban solitude and the poetry of the late-night streets.
Nostalgic saturates this record far more than the artist's norm.
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