“His devotion to jazz was primary,” she said, as she finished off a second glass of Bailey’s. Someday my prince will come, she said, without scare quotes or inverted commas, the drums of a certain Paul Motian, December 15th Nineteen Fifty Eight not simply a beat- a subtle interplay like walking out of West Fourth Street the ghost of the Iceman Cometh and Willa Sibert Cather on Washington Square Unnecessary Noise Prohibited, reads the sign