I`m sure I knew him in another life,
why I could have been his pretty wife.
That lonely old blues man
playing the horn over there.
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This takes me back a decade or so....It's downtown Chicago, and I'm one a few people to arrive in a jazz club early. There's one musician on stage, and an adoring fan in a chair, pressed up right against centre stage. Great memories. You take me back. A great poem.
I smell something in the air Go ahead and make him aware. Lovely Melvina.