Jazz Club

in the daytime like everyone else
I am a worker, a father, a husband
I go to the office and do the things
to keep the world running
to keep the wheel turning round and round

when evening comes I change
I put on different clothes and go out
there’s a jazz place I like to go
they have live bands every night
and people know how to dance

sometimes I go meet my lover
she’s always dressed very well
she gets on stage in a red dress
and she sings for the crowd
about all the heartache she’s had

after the show sometimes she comes
she sits with me—I buy her drinks
she asks me how my day was
I tell her it’s better now
and we smile at each other

sometimes it’s someone else
someone without a name
who comes to sit with me a while
to forget all their troubles

tonight I am sitting alone
drinking a good mojito
and listening to the saxophone
while memories flood my mind
and eyes half-closed
I reminisce