House of Jazz

by Walter Rooks

And so I sat
with jazz tunes
on my mind.

At the bar,
just me
and Hennessy.

Watching you
with him
and me alone.

I wondered,
as he teased
the beauty of your skin.

Does he know?
You are a Queen,
an African-Jazz Melody.

I fantasized,
as one Hennessy
introduced me to another.

my hand was his
and your smile was for me.

Soon you became
the jazz tunes
playing in my head.

of love,
echoing your loveliness.

House of Jazz by Walter Rooks

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