The cool air of the summer night made its way through the open window, twisting the strings on the blinds, as it passed by. The noted patterns of the city lights metered out a certain rhythm, a certain melancholy, welling up from its location planted somewhere deep within its roots. He turned to notice the lights. The expression on his face held for just a few more seconds, before diffusing and blowing away with the fleeting sentiment accompanying it.
The nearest light brought shadow to the features of his face as it fell across the dark hue of his skin.
He pulled and tugged at his necktie several more times before leaving it to hang loosely below his collar.
Turning his attention back to the room, he looked at a recently vacated table to his left. Being right with the decision didn’t matter anymore than what was happening out in the city tonight.
Colored in grey tones, the long tail ash of the cigarette hung over the lip of the ash tray. The smoke curled it’s way upward, drifting into the ether, fading into the background. He lifted the saxophone to his lips and inhaled. The piano keys and cymbals seasoned the stock of the composition. The saxophone’s lead vocals yearned for a film noir in shades of melancholy and blue note while telling the story of a lost love.
A sad story, not unlike many heard before.
Two, who had been inseparable,
Were now resigned to separate paths.
But the heart still wants what the heart still wants.
Yet what was done is done and nuthin’ is ever gonna change that.
Striking the ivory with more energy.
Skipping with a renewed outlook,
The cymbals and bass followed behind.
A new resolve lifted the saxophone’s cadence.
It was time to move on, to move forward with new things.
“Yeah, but what are these two in the corner grinning about?” Didn’t they know she was gone for good? More or less, for the better or worse. He would be traveling his well worn habit from doorway to refrigerator later that evening, but she would not be waiting at the kitchen table for him. Waiting for him to come home. Waiting for him to come to bed with her in the light humidity of the evening air.
She was gone.
The song coming to a close.
Making its way toward the door.
It lingers in open space.
The ostinato of the cymbals slow.
The piano holds the notes a bit longer.
Looking back one last time.
Wondering what could have been.
by malakhai jonezs
© Copyright 2016
A tribute to John Coltrane’s “In a Sentimental Mood.”
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Sentimental Mood…What a great tune. I love the old jazz. 💕💃💃💕
Those melodies are so descriptive. As you can see, I see scenes when I hear them. Thanks Annie!
Absolutely beautiful read!!
Thank you!!! If i like anything I’ve written, this is the one.
Oh, I believe you have written much to be proud of … but this was indeed very poignant.
Thank you again sirenlost!!! I appreciate the compliment.
Great write, and Coltrane is equally as fantastic.
Ah – this one really carries me away. Excellent – nostalgic, yet tied to reality in a sad melody. Many moons ago I used to play the sax…I’ll always have a soft spot for it.
Thank you Elizabeth! I really appreciate the comments.
I felt my heart aching throughout the poem. Heartbreaking and so intense! You are musical indeed. Gifted, musical, and soulful… I think I will re-read this now. Thank you.
Thank you manniqueen! I really appreciate the compliments.
I greatly appreciate the compliment Mukul! Thanks!
The song is, “In a Sentimental Mood.” Naimi is a really good one too, but it never comes out of the melancholy for any amount of time, like Sentimental mood, even though it too goes back.
Yes, yes, yes. Again…the jazz pianist in me…totally relates. And God…what a song…
Yes it is! A trained jazz pianist. Wow! I envy you.
I’ve met my share of the greats…but he’s one I would want to see if I believed in an afterlife. 😉
This is so good! Super Talented!!
Thank you, again Myyalia!
Nice! I absolutely love Coltrane. Here’s my take on “Impressions:” https://soundcloud.com/iguanasports/impressions
Thanks! I checked out your SoundCloud account. You are pretty talented.
Excellent writing. The way you capture the mood of music with your words is impressive.
Thank you very much!
Music is the background soundtrack to our lives, enriches every moment and experience. I have a brother-in-law who never listens to music, says he doesn’t like it (any genre). I find that so sad.
Great writing, M…I felt your soul in it.
Whuuuuuttttt??? No music? I could probably go without my eyes before my ears. I see far more with my ears than I do with my eyes. That is sad….really sad. Sad, sad.
Yep, it is.
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