Character

Character

The smell of midnight, ice cold New York when it rains.
The giant throws himself to the black leather sofa.
A lonely soul, a spectacle though a curtain of smoke,
puffing Cuban cigars.

The wolf has a new skin, a blue suede jacket.
The sound of rocks in a glass,
the taste of scotch on his lips,
the piano on Friday nights.

Nostalgic notes tap dance across the bar,
a Jazz serenade of turquoise blue .
Winter cold breaths plead to Jupiter
"One more drink."

The black and white shadow shimmers away,
his eyes still sparkle and say,
"Sing to me".


MTP. 17/05/17