Saturday, 11 February 2017

At the Jazz Club


Friday night at the Jazz Club
Beat resounding foot stomping, cheering
You're sitting on a bar stool drinking

 I see your cute face eyes half smiling
Challenging me to sing my love song
Leaning on the upright piano

 The rhythms of my heart betray me
Pounding like a wild kettle drum
To some long past ragtime melody

 Root problem was I didn't sing that well
After the song she says "That's unusual"
She then whispers "Back to my place then?"

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20 comments:

  1. brudberg11 February 2017 at 23:23

    Sometimes it's not how you sing that matters but that you sing... ;-)

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  2. Anonymous12 February 2017 at 00:26

    It was the unheard melody that was sweeter :)

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  3. Sumana Roy12 February 2017 at 01:01

    "eyes half smiling"..an inspiration it is :)

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi12 February 2017 at 04:57

    The rhythms of my heart betray me
    Pounding like a wild kettle drum
    To some long past ragtime melody

    Such beautiful lines!!❤️

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  5. kaykuala12 February 2017 at 05:34

    After the song she says "That's unusual"
    She then whispers "Back to my place then?"

    How one's performance can be mesmerizing to admirers even though it might not be perfect. One can never tell!

    Hank

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  6. Mary12 February 2017 at 06:40

    Sometimes the way something is sung is less important than what is in the heart of the singer!

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  7. Keith's Ramblings12 February 2017 at 07:01

    I'm wondering if she actually a singing teacher who thinks she's found a new customer! Nice one.

    Click to read my story!

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  8. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)12 February 2017 at 08:15

    I do believe you have become the head of the Ministry of the Romantic Whirl. Another lovely addition.

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  9. colleen12 February 2017 at 08:20

    Oooh, what an all that jazz pickup line.

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  10. Truedessa12 February 2017 at 08:45

    This verse is just wonderful, one has to watch that beat as it pounds deep.

    The rhythms of my heart betray me
    Pounding like a wild kettle drum
    To some long past ragtime melody

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  11. indybev12 February 2017 at 08:54

    A lovely rendition of what appears to be the beginning ....true love or a casual encounter....who knows! Well drawn words!

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  12. C.C.12 February 2017 at 08:56

    I guess 'unusual' worked for her then ;-)

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  13. Wendy Bourke12 February 2017 at 15:12

    Well, I think it was all in the eyes - they are the window ... or so I've heard. Smiles.

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  14. totomai12 February 2017 at 21:01

    Not so perfect singing is fine as long as it comes from the heart. It's more raw and geniune, Robin.

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  15. Susan12 February 2017 at 22:52

    "The rhythms of my heart betray me
    Pounding like a wild kettle drum"

    I believe every story you tell.

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  16. Rosemary Nissen-Wade13 February 2017 at 01:10

    Oh good, the happy ending! (You had me worried for a minute, there.)

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  17. annell413 February 2017 at 07:06

    Friday night! What a thrill!

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  18. Gillena Cox13 February 2017 at 13:36

    Nice one

    Much love...

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  19. Sheilagh Lee15 February 2017 at 12:05

    well she liked your song anyway

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  20. Pat B16 February 2017 at 22:44

    It sounds like she was willing to overlook his root problem, but her invitation could be the root to other problems for her.

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