A Heavenly Night Out Go, Gabriel, go, said Michael, always aggressive. Blow your horn, sound the call to arms, Trumpets blare loud and long. Yet I long for a quieter sound. Grab your sax, Gabe. Lets hear A little jazz, smooth and cool. Green smoke fills the air, my head Swirls, a momentary vertigo. Legs weak, I sit, snap my fingers. Your velvet Sound hovers over and around me. My pulse slows, pinioned by your hypnotic sway. Heads nodding, we are grooving, simply grooving. Notes crossing notes, drums meeting brush, play. Ill stay til my pockets are empty. Theres no reason to doubt or fear, The big fellas nodding out in the corner. The rest of the world is sleeping. Everythings copacetic. Yeah. Everythings tickety-boo.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Feb 2014 18:21:17 +0000
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