Murray’s was full. It was late, near midnight. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, no one cared. They all had them dangling from their mouths. The waitresses were quick on their feet, comfortable shoes, hair pulled back, pockets in their aprons for pens, notepads. The stools were all occupied, I took a booth and slid into the faux leather seat close to the window to watch the rain outside. On the juke box, Roy Orbison.
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Murray’s was full. It was late, near midnight. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, no one cared. They all had them dangling from their mouths. The waitresses were quick on their feet, comfortable shoes, hair pulled back, pockets in their aprons for pens, notepads. The stools were all occupied, I took a booth and slid into the faux leather seat close to the window to watch the rain outside. On the juke box, Roy Orbison.