She put out her cigarette….snarled, I could listen to twenty-five different versions of “On Green Dolphin Street” in a row and never get bored, the snarl became a whiskey whisper….this was love…..

From Miles to Evans to Keith Jarret to Coltrane to Os….well…not big on Peterson’s randetion….too symphonic….too over the top….simplicity’ the name of that dish….

Lapping it up like a cat to milk; sat in a gaze while she whittled away at my youth….

That song….it’s a National anthem for God’s sake, another smoke lit, It should only be played by the best…

No objection here sweets….
Sorry, not really, Do you object to sweets….or broad…or dame?

My dear boy, back arched, If so….you’d’ve been gone long ago…

Meefuckingow……