Streetlight, Streetlight

A photo snapped while following Papo and Torres as they walk down the street
San Juan after dark

We stumbled out into the rain-slicked streets, half-lit in the blur of dim lamps burning, dawn tucked somewhere beyond the rise. The sound of dub drifts from the portal to some basement club into the damp of night, mixing with the distant shades of piano and the jungle. Rhythm, bass pressure and the spectre of a half-forgotten memory rattling in the darkness.

Excerpt from The Coqui Papers

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