Dizzy’s

Dizzy’s


A friend of mine says 
it’s good to see jazz alone. 
I live like a bachelor. 
Sitting at the bar at Dizzy’s 
like I stood in the back 
of Preservation Hall. 
Pain is itself next to beauty. 
It takes off its coat. 
I like being in a room 
where no one knows me
but it turned out to be a life. 
In the gentlemen’s, 
I am the only gentleman. 
I stare at my face.
Could have been a lot worse 
(know what I mean).
The days are colder. 
The notes slower than a whiskey neat. 
And the past, I wouldn’t change it 
but I never loved it.
It took me all this, to see that.

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