Smooth Jazz Poem by Silentpoet Grl

early morning hours
closing time nears
in a darkly lit jazz club
coffee has turned stale
band continues playing
in smokey air, notes trail
quietly the waitress scats
pouring refills lost in trance
hand brushing against his
a spark, locks in glance
mysterious charm allures
voice heard, dry husky tone
shaking her to the bone
raw attraction, his grunge
her innocence, stirring
she walks away, stopping
over shoulder watching
eyes inviting, she bites lip
he follows wanting taste
sultry jazz tune dripping
passion continues to play
disappearing in shadows
the two silhouettes fade