the soft
languid voice of chet
baker
seeps
into the room, the sleepy
room,
the darkened
room. a candle
burning.
the melancholy horn
blowing,
the ache of the piano.
each struck key
a memory.
taking you to a place
you used to know.
a place
where you used to live,
easy and still.
slow.
Friday, November 24, 2017
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