The Cities

Where I started, and where I always go back. The city that taught me to write fast and walk faster. Most of my saxophone hours are here.

Where I read Calvino in the only place that makes sense to read Calvino. Stone, late-afternoon sun, espresso standing up at a bar.

Where I'm writing this. Light comes in at a strange angle and the tile sings when it rains. Cheap espresso. Slow afternoons.