Reflecting With Ellington.

Duke Ellington 

was being played 

On the hifi 

In the next room 

It sounded quite old 

Trudging beat 

A trumpet solo 

Followed by a trombone 

Then saxophone.

I recall her that 

Long ago 

Summer day 

Sitting by the pond 

Relaxing in the shade 

Beneath the trees above.

A solo muted trumpet

Sound pushing through 

They wall.

She died so her 

Young brother told.

I recall our first kiss 

And the winter cold