nothing else to do

you nearly fall asleep
listening
to chet baker
and his trumpet.
funny valentine.
you try not to think
too much of his troubles,
his addictions,
his strange end.
you let the music
spill
between your ears,
it's almost like
listening to sin.
it's tragic blues,
the blow of the horn,
soft
and sweet.
his whispery voice
singing
melodies you could
listen to all night,
all day
if you had nothing else
to do.