almost blue

I hear the eerie

tone
of chet baker's horn coming out
of the radio

like smoke.

almost blue, by
Costello.

the long silky piece,

bitter sweet and longing
for love

lost, love gone.

almost blue,
almost you.

it goes on and on.
chet baker

in his low quiet
way of

singing, almost a whisper
above
the notes.

almost blue.
almost you.

you can see the darkened
bar,

the shot glass.
the piano keys with a hand
upon

them.