The warm air softly brushes the tops of trees
Moonlight soaks the lavender colors on walls
Shadows play a game on the palleted adobe
From the sidewalk someone stands whistling
Is this a dream or just an in between odd world
Are the images fighting or erotically dancing here
The whistling is the music of Ravel’s Bolero
The castanets click amorously as the men tap
I am amidst the passacaglia of Latin lovers
Hibiscus hang succulently from the window
The light of the moon touches the flowers
Odors from the Night Blooming Jasmine
Permeates the melodies and the sambas
Cats mewl keeping their lusts venomous
They’re part of the scene upon the walls
Displaying cat emotions and feline fickleness
Using the pillow coving my head dissonance
Go away that I should sleep in utter quietness
This is simply the imagination of a poetic soul
One who works by day selling the world
Silently by night becomes the explorer
Foreign exchange, queer happenstance
Hidden messages waiting within the bottles
So alluring, it seduces a heart of gypsies
By the fireside drinking red wine uncontrolled
The music fades as the embers die solemnly
The taps of men silence within the lights
The hibiscus odor no longer lingers on air
The cats sound no more as the moon hides
Shadows dissipate within the lights of sun rays
The alarm sounds so loudly my ears ache
Awake for morning has arrived at daybreak
The gypsies gone and their rhythmic castanets
Adjusting my tie for the eight o clock bell
No rest for the weary here
Living in hell O operator give me number 9
If he doesn’t answer then give me back my dime
@…BJ2017
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