Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Sunday (from Destroying Lives For Fun And Profit, 1996)

 Unusually warm autumn night in the old city
Going from one place to another
We find ourselves in this sweet little joint
The door opens with a soft creak
And soulful jazz pours out
Warms my heart more than an intimate touch
Piano and sax, mad sex
Sweaty pulsing insanity
Have mercy!
Strangers coming and going
beautiful women
hot coffee
cold booze
candle light soul
this is enough for me now
I don’t need anything else
I can live as long as mr. Piano beats those keys
Angel blues going away
Sinking into nothing
Drowning in the notes

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