Old Jazz club
It was very cold.
Outside one old
Jazz club.
I shivered.
Stared at the frost,
Solid
over a patient window.
I ached for
warmth and shelter.
Behind a green curtain,
I slid.
Eager to sniff
in silver-rimmed goblets,
The Drambuie's aroma.
I cooled down
a drowsy head.
Music whispered
to aching souls.
Please,
Piano man,
Ravish aging hearts.
Play me some more.
I said to myself:
Take one sip.
Go-ahead,
Drink me some more.
The piano man
swaying with sorrow.
Go-ahead,
Drink it some more.
I sipped more.
Felt nostalgic.
Melancholic I felt
the drowsy tunes.
Smoke of my cigar
swirling,
Drafting rays and ghosts
Behind a green
silky curtain I slid.
Ethereal perfumes
on my heavy coat.
The music
pulled me astray.
I drifted away.
Dreamt exotic lands
the gleaming isles.
Heard dormant seas
they murmured.
Lemon trees
gusting a fragrance.
Go-ahead,
Drink one some more.
I sipped them more.
Cooled burning fires
in my head.
As I harked
an ancient rasping voice,
Of an aging man,
Singing.
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