There was an evening
─I think I remember─
when we were together
Perhaps you were an encounter
.....................................with the dregs
or the lonely afternoon
─like your own name─
where maple hairs
─long looped curtains
.........................on a cloudy day─
wet the asphalt
On that crust
evening
I put a sad record on
─incense voice reproducing your look─
Kind of Blue – Miles Davis
On that evening
there was a lot of rain
─yes
I think I remember─
I was alone
............just me
............─trumpet solo like a sip on the rim─
............and an almost empty little cup of coffee
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