she dances to Take 5
in 4/4 time while I spin
her hour glass

Brubeck glances
furtively up from the keys

black and white
like the cookies
not the people

in the high registers I find my night chills
solemn intervals, visceral melodies, the highball
glass forever a-tinkle
with ice

crunching down on

gnawing, hoping
pining, swaying

watch her bounce a bit
her bottom bulbous

left hand stroll through the bass – or a standup slap-thumb
to drive a beat, walk the chromatic path up a thigh,
down a lane, to and fro, and Dave just keeps groovin’
in and out 5/4

Chagall 2020