The Blue
Parrot is a downstairs nightclub that is located on a street that seems to be perpetually wet. The hum from the neon sign resonates through
the darkness, guiding strangers along an endless parade of parking meters;
their distorted reflections shimmer in the polished fenders of payments due.
It is a
place where life’s adventures are spoken in hushed tones and whispers are
always too heavy to carry for very long.
The music is
always familiar and carries a touch of yesterday in every lonely note left
hanging in the air, where
losing track of time seems almost mandatory and too much makeup comes as
standard equipment.
ZC
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