One more track, Sir? 

Another long night?

The city can wait.

Take a seat, leave the lights low, and let the evening disappear for a while. 

Smoky piano, restless horns, slow-burning rhythms, and the kind of jazz that belongs somewhere between midnight and morning.

No questions. No hurry.

You’ve had quite a night, sir.

I believe you could use one more track.
And perhaps… one more after that🎷🖤