Jealous of the night

Just words.

                           Jealous of the night

Johnnie drinking the lime, cranberry juice and vodka. Kind bartender allowed him needed silence and she ensured his drink was top-off. He loved Monday night at the Stray Cat inn.  Old jazz being played and pretty memories appeared at the midnight hour.

Lovely ladies sat near the jazz band. Moving hips and shoulders slow and easy with the wonderful rhythm  of the song.  Kind bartender shared smile and she changed empty glass with a new fresh one.

At the midnight hour. Pretty Lizzie appeared. The poet wrote into a journal.

"Want too little, want too much.

Kisses so damn sweet,

skin so damn hot,

the kind night hold your heart dear Liz,

please take me, break me dear love.

I am jealous of the night,

dark night keep your heart content."

Lizzie wore her tight black dress, allowed me to see, strong and pretty legs, a smile of sweetness and the wonder and perfection of her hazel eyes. Her eyes surveyed the bar and she saw me.

Pretty Lizzie came and she sat with me. She kissed my face and lips. She asked me. where you been dear poet? No-one interesting to communicate with, when you are not here. She took my journal and read the read in silence.

After she read the words. She kissed my forehead and she whispered. "we, who love the song, the drink. We need our purgatory of safe places like the Stray Cat inn. To find comrades in arms who love the jazz and vodka more than love. Better for us to gather, even if we only for us, take and steal."

I told her. You are looking wonderful and sweet dear Lizzie. I am jealous of the midnight hour, the midnight hour is the only things, you love now. Thank you my beautiful friend for stopping by and saying hello.

She took my hands, she took me to the dance floor. The simmering jazz played and the midnight hour was alive and well. Pretty woman and the poet danced closely, to the soft and sweet jazz.

                                 Coyote

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Neville]

I reckon I would be jealous of such a night too my friend, and here sits a guy who as far as he knows, has never yet been jealous in his life... what else could one possibly ask for or need, vodka, old jazz and a pretty lady in a black dress....maybe a poem or two but who knows.. another one to savour Johnnie C and thanks for posting......... Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. Nothing as wonderful as a old Jazz club and good company.

[Neville]

I'm with you...

[ROBIN-RAMBLES-ON]

The Jazzy Razz a Matazz the dance floor a drink what more can you ask for interesting read indeed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robin. I visit the jazz club when I can. Best place to relax and think.

[ROBIN-RAMBLES-ON]

Yes Jazz is so nice I love it

[distin]

Great poem well thought through x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lydia Shutter]

Ah, yes, I am jealous after reading about this night....wow! Swaying to the jazz with the perfect partner and having a drink or two...not to mention sweet kisses! Yes, to find comrades in arms...a person who enjoys the same things you do....is to have the perfect evening. Always romantic, John! Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. I do agree.

[Chris Shaw]

You set the scene and the atmosphere. It reminded me of Ronnie Scott's in London, where I would go years ago to listen to the jazz. All kinds, modern and traditional. You have found your safe haven where you have all you need, a woman, music and drink. You have it made Coyote. Another lovely read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. Jazz clubs are cool. Just drink and song.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Your words describe the scene and mood beautifully. That midnight hour is a friend to many!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are my dear friend and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Great Aunt Astri]

You ar welcome.