Sunday, October 29, 2017

Kind of blue (for Carol)

In the middle of Miles Davis
and a cool Jack ‘n’ dry
I thought about you
your image blurred by a sudden
pull towards loneliness
but as you and I both know
I refuse to suffer loneliness

As the picture cleared
between the Miles and Jack
I recalled that first night
that silky red robe you wore
your breasts stroking my fingertips
as we sat in your bath

Miles is done blowing his horn
and my empty glass
wants a little more whiskey
and my lonely heart
wants a little more of you

© Harry Rout 2017