Stiletto Heels and a Red Dress

The Saxophone blows
A cool, cool breeze.
Throughout the Dizzy,
Wind swept night,
The stars twinkle
A melody,
That hits deep
Inside me.
I wander down
The melting,
Summer streets.
Piano pounding deep,
Within milk pouring sky.
Cloud drenching the glow
Of heartbreak.
I see you,
There alone.
Bathing in the shower
Of lamplight,
Maybe I could build
Up enough courage
To step up to you,
In that red dress
That you wear.
Blazing into
The blackness,
Sculpted legs that
Transcend Reality.
Grip me tightly
Around the waist,
In a shade of
Majestic dream.
Where you know
Me.
But the Saxophone
Keeps going.
It’s message flowing
Along the airways.
The piano still keeping
The tune alive,
There’s a screech that
Glistens
On the water.
As the stars ripple
On the waves,
The red dress
Strolls
In Stiletto
Heels.
That curl
Of your calves,
In a gentle motion.
Holding those curves
In that derriere
Package,
As it enters
The bar on the corner.
As the door opens,
The laughter, songs
And stories
That spill
Into the street
And quickly recede,
Back into
The bar
Again.