Jazz Cafe' Poem by Ronnie Gardner

Rain let's itself in pattern to petite to go unnoticed, Our love is not for quotin', but for playing Jazzy Tips, She smiles and I smile a guiltiness shared in bed between lips and hips, a curl of sweet love and gentleness, a sweat of intoxicating remembrance the initial hey what's your name? And you don't forget the question, a share eventuality in an undersized bed. Yes the curtains are open and the rain let's itself in. Our love is like an old worn sheet of painting that is old but still there. What is the consequence of the sincere, the melody of a quest the knight pursue for you my dear? My dear paint you lips up my imagination.......My intoxication, my elation in a Jazz Cafe'.