In bleeps and bloops and blahs
She might have thought so
But she was already walking
Away from me in a black raincoat
On a wet night downtown
So existential I could have wept
But I didn't because well
"Tears in rain," right?
Yet there was this beebop rhythm
In my heart that wouldn't stop
High hats hissing in swing time
Snares flaming in triplets
All off the beat while her feet
Walked away asking me to chase
Her heels clicking a strict 4/4
While my heart scatted no/more/no/more
I almost turned and followed
But drew back on my cigarette
Turned up my collar
Pulled down my hat
Heading like a Coltrane solo
Toward booze, endless night
And dark abyss with saxophone
© shaun patrick green 2011
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