WHISKEY JAZZ

Dark smoky bar rooms

Wolf Of Wallstreet bankers sitting in a row

A faded scent of sandalwood

From this morning’s spray of cologne

The gentleman I am waits by the bar patiently

While the man inside me slowly unwinds

‘’A double shot of whiskey’’ I say

Just another to add to my tab

I loosen my tie, and wet my lips to the cool beverage

Enjoying the light tinkle of ice

Tap against the inside of my glass

With the usual scan round the room over my whiskey

I let my ears soak in the smooth melody of jazz

Watching bodies sway gracefully to the sweet sound of music

A mix with piano, brass and a touch of sax

‘’You got a light?’’ asks the woman in the red velvet dress

Looking effortlessly beautiful in a whisper of elegance

Her beauty shone brighter than the light I gave her

Seducing me with jungle eyes, and lips as red as rubies

I shivered from the light touch of her hand on mine

Igniting a fire inside me so hot it burned

‘’I’ll have another’’ I told the bartender

‘’…and a cosmopolitan for the lady’’

It wasn’t long before our bodies entwined as one

Like silk and diamonds, we fit perfectly together

We danced until closing

Right up to the bands last song

With eyes only for each other

Until alas…she was gone.

-Wynter Adams