and become one of the band.
Some miles away the Jazz Society
is playing underneath the moon
as happy people mingle and sip wine
but they're too far away for me
to hear. I wonder, do those with
kitschy lofts above the bars and clubs
go down and join the music or
remain content to listen to a
muted version of the life that
rises up to meet them as they
sit beside an open window,
wishing they were someone else,
in love and closing down the joint?
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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