I had a dream, once
I was in an alley, smoking
On a dank November night
Under a old streetlamp, waiting
Your set had just started
I could hear the trumpet sighing
You should be in the wings now
A pearl in this dark clam stirring
Today, you are a passionate red
Your marble skin and crown opaline
But each time I feel you pass
I still drown in your sultry wine
I dragged out deep
On my only thread to sanity
The smoke from my cigarette
Calm the nervous soul within
It is jazz of Shanghai that you sing
But hints of abandon that you give
Each night I help you to the stage
Each night you give me a little more to live
Under the orange glow, I linger
Dreaming to your whisky-laced purr
Wishing that there was a way
For me to take you away from here
No more nights at seedy joints
No more parading to the wolves
Though somehow I think you know
Your appetite I could never soothe
Ever since I had that dream
It’s never been the same
I heard your sighing everywhere
And my soul whispers your name
2 comments:
Good to see that you're still a-rhyming! :)
And thank you for leaving that on my longgggg post - nice to know that people have the patience to read through.
Like-wise, wordsmith. The pleasure was surely mine.
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