thanks, Billy Strayhorn…

somethin’ was wrong…way off…couldn’t tell what it was…just felt different than usual…the air outside was so hot…you’d think the moon was lettin’ off heat…big silver thing in the sky…perfect round ball…we just sat there lookin’ at it…waitin’ on daylight…waitin’ on daylight…

tried to hold your hand…but you wouldn’t let me…tried to kiss you once or twice…you weren’t gonna have anything to do with it…just brushed my advances aside…didn’t say a word…silence…stillness in a quiet night…

and there was all this heat lightning…clouds would glow…it was like watchin’ a movie…pictures in the sky…colored photographs…yellowish turnin’ orange as the night wore on…was like a dream…maybe it was…

you finally spoke…said sorry…sorry that you’d have to leave me…got tired of the bills bein’ behind…tired of bein’ hungry…wanted life to be easier…I just shook my head…didn’t know what to say…I wasn’t like those other men you’d had before…didn’t know how to sell anything…had no skills…just knew how to drive a taxi from one end of town to the other…pickin’ up people at hotels…droppin’ ’em off at the airport…bus station…never made enough to keep you happy…you always wanted more…

so I used to take you on rides…long rides ’round the city…turned off the meter and we’d just drive…listenin’ to music the whole time…Bill Evans…Chet Baker…Bud Powell…we didn’t say a word back then either…didn’t have to…the songs would kinda work as a language ‘tween us…there was an understanding…

you said you wanted to leave…found some other man…some insurance salesman…said he treated you well…brought you flowers and spent money on you…perfumes…dresses…jewelry…I wondered where you got that necklace…

I watched the moon as you walked away…didn’t yell…didn’t try to keep you…just let you go…it’s strange when you know things are over…when you come to that realization that it’d run a course… and now there was nothin’ to be said…nothin’ to be done…decisions had been made…

so I watched the heat lightning…listened to Coltrane…sat there in the car listenin’ to, Lush Life…Billy Strayhorn was right…jazz and cocktails…jazz and cocktails…twelve o’clock tales…

this was one of those…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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