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Goddammit, she stood me up

And no one on the sidewalk is doing anything about it

They’re all smiling at me like I’ve got plans as interesting as them

I’m just leaning on cold cement that only feels good on a warm night

Allowing distant Jazz to reel me into an evening not yet wasted

Waiting to find out how I’m going to get drunk

Where is that Jazz coming from?

I’ll wander that way

It says it’s a Vietnamese bar, but nothing inside would make you think that

It’s not bad or anything

But I’d never come in here on purpose

There’s gotta be another chick I know that’ll come find me

Till then I’ll talk to the bartender

She’s got a lot of tattoos

I bet she’d fuck me

But she’s on the phone

Who calls a bar?

Maybe I should go…

But this Jazz is rubbing my shoulders

There aren’t many people in this bar and it’s eleven

And the bartender is still on that phone

For some reason a friend of mine showed up

I listened to her problems for a while

Long enough for the bartender to think we were together and look at me like I was a fencepost for the rest of the night

But hot or cool, man, Jazz is Jazz

Louis Armstrong said that

Guess he must have got stood up before