A Flash of Jazz - Café Scene
Thursday at Cafe Siren. The day begins, as always, with the doors being unlocked by a quiet server dressed in ripped jeans and a black shirt with her traditional combat boots. And, every time she opens the door, she always looks out to the busy street and smiles at the raggedy looking man across the street who draws whimsical pictures in watercolour. He looks up, sees her red lipstick framed smile, and waves once. She nods and then returns inside. The server, whose name for today is Nina, wraps a dirty apron around her waist and begins her regular set up of the espresso machine. When she's ready to prepare the tea for the day, she turns on the turntable located by the front door and puts on a jazz record. This will be the first of ten albums played during the day. However, she doesn't realize that today, there will be an eleventh. An hour later, the first customer comes into the cafe to the welcoming tune of some female jazz singer who looks as though she came from the 1930