DOL VERSE
It was a moment of freedom
pure
intoxication
and lust.
Bliss.
No interruptions
no budgets
nor meetings to discuss.
Just a swallow of wine,
rain kissing the streets,
as Billie Holidays sings,
“There’s nothing sweeter than me”.
Ambient jazz: the trolley tram rattles the tracks
blowing it’s horn like a brass Patterson sax.
Going nowhere fast on the Coltrane in the city
Just me and my Cindy slowly dancing to Dizzy.
A poetic release; so romantic and sweet.
she’s holding me close while I’m plucking her strings.
“Killing her Softly” with subtle intrigue.
Love suddenly seems
so obtainably near
as cloudy skies open up
and the sun reappears.
The song comes to a pause.
The needle’s lifted and stalled.
And at the end of it all
we are simply in awe
at the tune that we made
on Bourbon St and LePaul
on that musical day
in the middle of fall.