In a West Coast State of Mind
Gentle fog
descends from the rooftops
as sleek tuxes
evening gowns
crowd the velvet rope below
Breathy sax notes
drift out to the sidewalk
through the open front door
all gravelly and clear
breakin every rule
makin it up right on the spot
soft piano and bass
behind him
just comping while he jams
Couples in line
for the second show
lean forward
to steal a listen
check their wristwatch
Drummer gets frantic
with a blast beat
on the cymbals and snare
sayin it's his turn now
then settles down
to a quick steady bounce
from the corner
of groove and feel
Banana liqueur
in a tall chilled glass
makes that long wait outside
almost worth it:
tropical refreshment
with just a hint of hibiscus
a delightfully
sweet
jazzy
kick
Copyright © Mark Dixon | Year Posted 2018
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