Harlem Nocturne

In the heart of Harlem's nocturnal embrace, where the moon's silver threads interlace. Streetlamps hum a jazz-filled tune, underneath the city's ebony dune. Brownstone whispers, history untold, in the rhythm of the Harlem night's hold. A symphony of footsteps on cobblestone, each echo a tale, each shadow, a home. Saxophone solos from an open window, melodies that the city's heart knows. Dancing notes in the summer air, as dreams ascend the winding stair. Voices rise from the stoops below, poetry in the cadence, in the ebb and flow. In the Harlem night, stars align, a constellation of stories, yours and mine. Countee's verses echo on these streets, where the past and present gently meets. Harlem's heartbeat, a rhythmic boon, sung in the verses of a Harlem nocturne.