The lights are low in the bar
As I watch the bartender pour another whisky
In the already Smoky haze
Of the jazz club
I sit with my coffee
As the double bass
Strums it's deep notes
To be joined by the saxophone
And the piano
The melodic sound
Drifting around the room
Slowly encapsulating each and every occupant
Within that bar
The burnt amber of the whisky
Smooth in colour
As poured over the rocks
Cascading as lace may overlay the flesh
Of a beautiful woman
And the hypnotic sound of the harmonica
Played solo as the ice melted
And the smoke settled
Into the rhythm and blues
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