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February 2, 2003
A live jazz trio with so-so singer performs at the funky yellow Café Diablo on a grey Sunday afternoon. Groundhog Day, and people with dogs are sitting outdoors. Inside, an animated duo of bearded, chubby Ginsberg lookalikes; two focused young women poring over booksandbinders at separate tables, obviously needing the noise; midlife young lovers canoodling over coffee; and a Sunday Times-type fashionably affluent couple in their 50s, probably long-married, pretending to enjoy the music. She has lovely skin but wears a sallow, despondent expression and an oily cloak of gloom that he trips on as they sleepwalk out the door.