A jazz tune jumping from
The old brick walls downtown.
She heels her heels to mind.
Not sure she’s heard the sound.
Eyes bigger than her head.
She turns to see the sign.
Beauty caught in wonder.
Her world now realigned.
A tear caught on her cheek.
Her rusty visage marred.
A pause to leer at doubt.
Then down into the bar.
He plays the answers out.
Of questions never asked.
As she steps back into.
The future of her past.
Though somewhere in the sun
They gave each other grace.
There’s room for seven notes.
The eighth is silent space.
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