Undress the Night

The evening is soigné in outfits of rumpled elegance at the tables and on the bar stools, resplendent with a necklace of glistening notes from the piano in the corner, rouged by the blushes imprisoned in our wine glasses. Let's stay for a while then, until the blushes have flown to our cheeks, the patrons are back on the streets or between the sheets, the pianist has played the last song, and the night is done, or waiting to begin, its shyness shed.