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I'm Gone, Man
Near home. 10 p.m.
Art Pepper lips All The Things You Are.
Ambulance at stop sign. Patient propped inside against the cab, facing me.
Left, it turns, no siren, no speed, a false scare, just a dry run, off-off-Broadway.
3000 miles from Broadway
Out-of-town run.
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