That Moment…


Curled mustache,
Jacket of class,
Driven by his clock,
Just like compass,
Golden clips.
He sees a lass
Hesitates not,
Starts to dance…

“I play a jazz song,”
the crowd gets in
“Where’s that guy?”
He cannot be seen!
He knows alright,
To places he’s been…
“Oh, there he is!”
Twisting the floor so keen…

“He’s a great guy!”
           And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

The lass sees him,
Out in the crowd…
Twisting,
To me the singer proud…
He twists his leg,
So bold and loud…
To her moves,
It does reach out…

With lacey skirt,
At this great hour…
The lass twists back,
Just like a flower…
Approaching him,
Embarks from the door…
Boom- boom! Clap- clap!
All sing in the choir!!!

“He’s a great guy!”
And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

Getting drunk,
By each other’s sight
Waving their hands,
In tact, so right…
Falling in love,
So they might…
Looking at another,
With smile so light!

Well defined,
He catches her hand…
He turns her,
Gentle as a magic wand…
“Crank it up!
          My little band!
They’re in love,
          Don’t you understand?!”

“He’s a great guy!”
And tossed a coin onto the bar…
Then stretched her leg, out so far…
Like a lady, stepping out of the car…
Drum, saxophone, but not guitar!

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