March 18th, 2006
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Jazz bird
nice glass, old friend
how have you been around with unseen?
finger plucking picking while I was away
the glass collects no dust when at another woman’s lips
sweet and sliding sultry down. so many looks
through sunglasses and cars on silvered rodeo drive
it was moving, moving through homes and stereos
played on every corner store
the song we listened to together, together
it was singing about USA
it was singing about backyard boys
alleys of grass and unmended fences
a city of window lights amber not white
left on with lovers holding hands
packaged in every brand
sold on every stand
that kind of Nashville jazz that sells
sells well into the night from college stations
past bus depots and wandering drug stores
left behind every fogged window
just getting together
in another key, another state
the people we’ll pretend to be tonight
just you and me
you and me and the music, the music we’ll love,
the music to remind us of that spring,
the spring when the piano sang and the bass hit forty
back and down into your eyes so deep and brown on a face of happiness
left sailing, wishing I’d look back at you
just one more look before the check
one more look to say we’re together
together forever just the two you and me
you and me, and the piano and the music
the kind that melts, the kind that rolls
the kind that falls behind slipping ice cubes
in a steamy bourbon glass
hungry for dry lips
dry lips that move, move and smile
curling slow around my face, around my face
and waiting for you, waiting for me,
waiting to finish this poem
so we can kiss.
