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
Dave Brubeck on a rainy sunday afternoon
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