The Jazz Club

Packed in close

The tabletops barely big enough

.

A candle

Her purse

Your drinks

.

It’s cold outside

You wore overcoats

She wore a hat and mittens

You smile, because she’s cute

She smiles because she knows it

And you know she took her time

To get the hat just right

.

But now, down to your shirt

Down to her dress

You’re sweating

.

There is energy in the room

Some people close their eyes

Listening to the sax

Feeling the bass

Others make eye contact with the band

Some just sit, entwined

.

The atmosphere is heavy

Vivid

It imprints

She imprints

.

The moment

So easy to take for granted

Because there will be so many others

Until there aren’t

.

You can taste the warm beer

You can smell her perfume

Fighting against the perspiration

Fighting against the cigarette smoke

Holding it’s own

Until it fades

And is no more

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