Bold, Profound, Funny“I’m alive in the Nighthawks, above a coral reef of truth and lies, the recipient of far too many short Joe Louis’s and a series of long loopers to the body and chin. A bit of illuminated ceiling brightens the interior. Outside, dull hues predominate. Inside, triangular countertop, yellow door, anonymous figures in boxy suits. The only hint of life and color, a soda jerk in white uniform, and the red blouse of a customer. Reconstructed...