A low ceiling
with low light
walls soaked with notes
from sad trumpets,
melancholy pianos
the thoughtful trombone
--an amber drink cooling
in a low glass, still swirling
around a heavy cube of ice
made for me by a trim bartender
who smiled at my suit coat;
a seat beside a pretty girl
who understands everything
with kind & clever eyes
: this is what I want.
And I remind myself
And I remind myself
of this, every time
I drop my heavy ice cube
into my own amber drink.
April 2021
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