by Digs Daily

Created on: July 31, 2009   Last Updated: August 01, 2009

The sun has withdrawn
Its love for the day
Standing only to stretch
Followed by an extended yawn

Nights like these
Make one feel so mellow
As the man in the moon
Works his magic till dawn

Before long steam will settle
Into freshly cooled concrete
She gazes out the window
Focused on a hydrant across the street

With each drip precedes a drop
Is it a leak or added percussion?
Her thoughts are racing rapidly
Contemplating the absence of something

The telephone rings
Her friends are expecting her
But she'd rather stare at the sky
Simple pleasure life brings

On a quest to free her mind
She pours a glass of wine
And searches through her crates
Rhythms replace stress in due time

Her soft fingers
Glide through stacks of wax
Somehow landing upon Gloria
Despite the dust and cracks

Her record player causes euphoria
Summer night will transition
Into a beautiful morning
Courtesy of Lonnie Liston

Through listening
Her life just became an adventure
Filled with crazy melodies that linger
And hopes of becoming a jazz singer

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