the last breath of the first song
horns beat back the night alone
golden soul glow out the frosted window on soul food avenue
spilling the song’s secrets in full view nude
singing the wind into stories of bitter truth
coaxing tears from smiles and blues from a stone
low bar lights reflected in red eyes
harsh light captures a reflected face in high contrast
shadows muddy in a glass of still brown solace
broken hearts litter the streets uptown.
too proud to beg / too big to cry
she kills her drink / kissing it all goodbye
the next song saunters onstage as the house lights
dim down to a smoky golden pool, bathing in
gazes. she gives the horns a wink. and purrs
“come on boys, lets make em wanna drink”
the saxophone and her dance a sad slow tango
tragic tune of love untrue, betrayal blues
sorrow sung low in the key of heartache
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