Dave Brubeck on a rainy sunday afternoon

[preston]

She stands fluid in a shaft of pale moonlight
Stylishly attired
Yet with a plain and simple bearing
A welcome sight
In this landscape of wanton excess

Not quite a damsel in distress
More, a lady in need of assistance
Unacquainted with the realities of solitary passage
And I, not quite a knight in shining armor
More, a passing stranger who stops to lend a hand

I take her arm,
And lead her to the safety of a well lit doorway
Where we stand in silence
And take of measure each other
And this evolving scene

A reenactment of so many chance encounters
Which could yet go either way
So I add laughter in the distance
And strains of sparse piano jazz
From a little cafe just down the way

Where we make our way hurriedly
Pausing for a moment at the corner
Where not content to wait
We take each others hand and cross against the light
Anxious now to see what lies ahead

A table in the corner
With an unobstructed view
Where just beyond her profile
A trio of nameless musicians
Take the stage

And here it all begins to fall apart
This rainy daydream fading
Into convoluted melodies
And non-chromatic phrasings
Once again

[hester_prynne]

preston, I really like this.
all the way to the end, which is even more fantastic.
nice work
H

[preston]

thanks H

[Lightning Rod]

I like this one, preston
it's got story and a great forlorn rhythm
good work

lr

[dadio]

Enjoyed