The cool air of the summer night makes its way through the open window.
The city lights in the distance catch his gaze.
Holding it for a few more seconds,
he tugs at his necktie, leaving it to loosely hang.
The nearest light fell across the dark hue of his skin, bringing shadow to his features.
Turning his attention back to the room, he looked to his left. Being right with the decision didn’t matter anymore than what was happening out there tonight.
Colored in grey tones, the long tail ash hung over the lip of the ash tray. Clinging to what was and what is now only angst – curling 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 season the stock.
The saxophone’s lead vocals yearn.
A film noir in shades of melancholy and blue note.
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 follow suit.
The 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.”