Jazz
I miss
the piano in the background
of Galt’s “Coffee Cold,”
the bright and mellow tones of your muffled voice
humming to the beat.
The rustling of the dishes
and the feline thump in the next room
rushing in to warm bedsheets
left of your scent.
Bright and sunny
turned acid gray,
A “Gloomy Sunday”
when I turned the corner.
The sway changed tracks
to a cold train
of a “Blue World”
as I was living in the shadows.
Your muffled voice
finally made into whispers,
turned into bright tones
on the receiver,
your secret receiving
the echoes of your love.
Billie
hitting every chord,
“I’m a Fool to Want You.”
The pick-up of the tempo
of “Chasin’ the Trane,”
harks back at me,
you play the keys to this incessant melody;
the pull
of the strings of my caged heart
asking to get off.
Diana Aldret
Diana Aldrete | Jazz | Written during quarantine, this poem speaks to the need of separating from someone toxic, even when times are unstable. the music listed in the poem draws echoes to the urgency to end the connection.