A local indy
jazz band,
The Monsters,
has opened
a nightclub
in my basement.
Patrons
groove
to their cool
rhythms
and riffs
until wee
early-morning
hours
despite
my tireless
pleas
to take
their tunes
to more
neighborly
venues.
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