It was a dance of allure, pure like sugar cane,
And each step was ****** to begin with.
Jazz roared wild through our hearts,
Strumming on our bass notes.
Each bitter sweet note was tender and painless.
The rough jazz singer called out into the night,
The band played and stars sung out in all their elegance
And we danced
And danced.
The music died low
And the stars hummed softly to the night.
There was a temptation in the satin thump of a bass
As our hearts strummed together.
Then a string broke,
The band stopped,
The room dimmed,
The stars wept,
The polished brass of the trumpets became rusty and blackend,
The singer melted away into shadows,
And the room was now simply old and abandoned.
And this was my new truth.