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Smoke Filled Room

Here we are alone in
This smoke filled room again
Dark and comforting, dry and warm
This is the place that makes us leave home
Red bricks surround our heads in style as
We listen to bleeding hearts singing out loud
Billie Holiday sings my favorite tune
'Tain't Nobody's Buziness If I Do'
I roll most days humming that tune!
'Them There Eyes'
I usually spy and never to my surprise as
Each place you look sends out hot flames
Hugging, touching, caressing, snuggling my desiring frame as
We sit back and relax
We are in the smoke filled room again
'This Love of Mine'
Ella sings so divine, a
Heartache in the making
Under the stars and silver moon, we
Can hear her emotions breaking
Dim lights set the tone
Endearing talk, sensuous glance
Ice clinking in a glass
Subdued light throughout
'Kats' talking jazz, throwing 'scats' about
This is what I live and dream about
To be immersed in the history of it all
Dizzy and his band played a gig tonight
Louie stopped by blew his trumpet just right
Sandman Sims graced us with his presence
The Nicholas Brothers came too and
Very soon this smoked filled room was filled with
Tapping to attract the Man in the Moon!
Birdman came to do his thing
No one can roll with him when
He is in full swing
The women are spinning in their full colorful skirts
Blue, pink, green, red
Twirling to Birdman, he gets all in my head
'Straighten Up and Fly Right'
Sang Cab Calloway, the
Limelight was his as
Everyone danced the night away
The men are sporty with
Bold, colorful Zoot suits
Pulling, spinning their partners in a
Dance wild and loose
We sit and watch from our corner booth
Enjoying the lusty laughter and the
Colorful display
My only regret
We are in a dream state
The sun is bright outside our window
Our dream has faded in the light
My soul is renewed, fresh, alive
It will be that way until twilight
I look at you sleep
A dimple showing in your cheek
Dreaming our history dream, the
Music that we play
Every night before we lay
Prepares us both for our smoke filled room
The love and respect we share
For the richness and flair of
Our past Kings and Queens of Jazz and Blues
I wish we could have lived and
Partaken of the thrill of the
fascinating smoke filled rooms
A culture, style, dignity, past
Etched forever on flat vinyl, put away in glass
A history rich, a culture pure, a style unique
Locked away and lost somewhere on
Once populated streets
I put my arms around you, I snuggle very close
I hum to you 'That Man of Mine' and
relax while you doze
This is a perfect way to start my day
Later we both know the
Smoke filled room will appear once again and
Be to us both a gracious host!

1 September 2007
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