I sit in the soul blues
Of the hallway
Still stacked are the books
On the floor,
I see your high rise
Dancing to the jams on the radio
I love your eyes
And I see them
Through the screen doors,
And that hope is amazing
Whatever it is...
I kiss eternity on the mouth
Lips soar like doves
And paper gloves,
I soar with you
In the night,
Your high jams
Your manly hands
Caress me in the moonlight
I dream of your many schemes
Floating,
Forever floating
In my mind
And when the dust settles
The city will be calm
And I stand alone
In your wild jazz blues.