After Midnight Jazz
Where Upper West and East Side ended in sounds
Showing me the way where the female singer Carolina and I
Together shall meet the Law of Natural was translated
Into glorious flesh and in fire all
My body and tears emerged in the flow.
Till the vigilant noon
Took us away since we could swiftly
Speeding through the floating water.
I did not mind who's waiting there
For the moonlight after she said to tell me
Goodbye.
I just wanted to see her more, with a short uneasy blast,
In my Greenwich Village apartment
Quietly sailed on and on my back;
And then, after midnight for another jazz night --our Song, I guess
That made history so thinner and heavier
Let my vision went away with my female singer
In jazz night.
Copyright © George Zamalea | Year Posted 2012
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