Rhapsody in blue

A rhapsody  in a thousand   fugues ,fantasy,

that never has  time ,comedy ,

 an american in Paris ,parody ,

lonely traveler and  seducer ,

 the port of Amsterdam , bluish night 

old continent ,crazy years  ,

burns its  punk  hardness 

for a battle dress ... 

On the quays the portraitist  is gone

the river loses itself in berry shades,

kiss  in the marble  of ancient nostalgia 

rhapsody  in the blues ,soft divorce from life 

 sax solo  in the gutter ,all adrift ...

You were wearing a blue dress when we meet 

in front of an  cup of cappucino 

drawing an intrigue on your lips ,

everything  ends between Roissy and New york city ...

A old ramshackle piano plays summertime for us 

marine turning rainbow in my head ,

the cliffs of Dover courting  the low tide ,

leaving a salt footprint all the way 

 to the  beach of  Miami ...

At Heathrow I 'm  going to fly 

in the azure of a steely sky 

and landing in a inspired blue flowers  solo...