Signs of Life

So I'm sitting in a Starbucks somewhere in West L.A. kludging together some sort of breakfast. A bad sleeping night only added to my general opinion that the world is going to hell... But Coltrane was playing over the sound system and a young woman was reading "The Road to Los Angeles" by John Fante, so maybe something is right with the world.

1 comment:

Utah Savage said...

Well, I like the sound of Coltrane anywhere, anytime, but especially as accompaniment to the world going to hell. It is.