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Blue Smoke Dreams

[More paraphrase than translation of a Post WWII Korean jazz ballad by the Kim Sisters, sung mournfully as if for an Asian gangster film noir.]

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Exhaling blue smoke wherein
Faded memories brighten
I murmur the lyrics with the house band
In a calming below-street jazz club.

There's no way to recover lost dreams.
Love long lost, 
Memories crying for recognition,
And I crave the blues
After exhaling blue smoke,
When faded memories brighten.

I miss the old songs that flowed
Like blood of scented roses
Drinking slowly in a subterranean lair
Listening quietly, there is no way
To recapture that surge in my heart.

Youth is gone but a gaping wound remains
And I crave the blues while
I miss the old songs that flowed
Like blood of scented roses.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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