It was after sunset, so the breeze bit a little harder, and the jacket I wore was a little thin. I’m usually in a better mood while waiting for my mobile reading room and writing desk (aka the 70 bus) but I had just finished a week of running ragged by oversleeping and missing my Sunday morning gig. Add to that the heart-break of my sons' schedule not allowing me to see them, I was in the midst of one those melancholy nights, questioning my own resolve, impatiently waiting to get home.
Shout out to homie Bomani for this AWESOME review of my new album, Home Is Where The Art Is. This one really hit me in the heart. Thanks brother!
