in the soft jazz and midnight hour
your eyes are dancing close to mine
a sway of hips, a touch of lips
while on the stand
piano player’s fingers
dance around the tune
above a gentle touch
caressing music from the bass
your fingers up and down my spine
in the soft jazz and midnight hour
we lose ourselves in bluenote time
(Adrian Green)
More Poetry from Adrian Green:
- Mirror (Adrian Green Poem)
- Luna Lake Haiku (Adrian Green Poem)
- The Tenor Man (Adrian Green Poem)
- Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) (Adrian Green Poem)
- Sailing Barges off Southend (Adrian Green Poem)
- Walking on the Estuary Hill (Adrian Green Poem)