Doris Lady Of — The Night

Doris is the Lady of the Night , and if you haven’t met her yet, you haven’t been paying attention. In the lexicon of urban legend, Doris is the patron saint of the small hours. She is neither dangerous nor entirely safe. She is the embodiment of the night’s duality: the loneliness and the liberation.

For those who walk that hour—the insomniacs, the poets, the jazz musicians, and the lost—there is a name whispered on the humid city breeze: Doris Lady of the Night

![A moody photograph of a neon sign flickering in a rain puddle] Doris is the Lady of the Night ,

I first heard the name from a bartender in New Orleans who refused to serve me a last call drink until I told him a secret. "Doris doesn't like liars," he said, sliding a glass of bourbon across the bar. "She hears everything." She is the embodiment of the night’s duality: