Gliding into a smog
Pouring firewater into a shot glass
Exchanging gossip over
mixed drinks wrapped around
a mesmerizing saxophone
Overheating remarks on Socrates
Reciting lines from the book of Proverbs
Observing the couple in the
deep chocolate booth sipping
on luscious martinis and chain smoke
to the sound of the rhapsody
Entwined notes and soulful galore
Hypnotized to his shuffling feet
As he sways back and forth
Nicknaming him Jazz Brown
A entertainer in the center of the heart
Playing for thousands over decades
Married to his sweet saxophone
Oh I love it. I’m sitting there in a smoky club doling out drinks, wiping out glasses and quietly observing on the sidelines. Nice.
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Thanks!
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How can have a drink at night without some saxophone playing now?!😉
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lol thank you Ortensia, I hear ya!
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I know you do😎😀
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I think I may have met
Jazz Brown
playing on Baker street
with Gerry
as the Sun going down
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Thank you and that’s good!
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Reading this, I was transported to this scene for a moment. Such an enjoyable poem.😌🎷
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it
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I can’t believe I didn’t comment on this when you first wrote this Braeden. One of my favorite scenes that you have written and you know I love the saxophone!:)
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Yes you sure do! Thanks Stella!
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How are you Braeden? Hope you are having happy holidays?!
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I’m doing well thanks! Yes I am. Hope you are too!
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🙂 I’m so glad! I’m loving your writing lately! You’re always really welcome!💜💜
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Very much appreciated!
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💜❤️💜😊😊
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