Thelonious Monk in Starbucks. He was there, the great man, they were serving coffee, he was looking like he was looking for a spare piano. He should have been looking for a piano bar but here he was, stuck in this strange (now to him) city with an idea, there, sharp and acute in the middle of his head. He needed a piano but all he could find was Starbucks. Businesses move, bars and cafes come and go, time was also short. He was a stranger here thanks to time and the small matter of death.
Thelonious Monk in Starbucks
Thelonious Monk in Starbucks
Thelonious Monk in Starbucks
Thelonious Monk in Starbucks. He was there, the great man, they were serving coffee, he was looking like he was looking for a spare piano. He should have been looking for a piano bar but here he was, stuck in this strange (now to him) city with an idea, there, sharp and acute in the middle of his head. He needed a piano but all he could find was Starbucks. Businesses move, bars and cafes come and go, time was also short. He was a stranger here thanks to time and the small matter of death.