In the cool dark morning, ruffled, all I heard
Sitting here quietly, whiskey glass long empty
Piano tinkling familiar songs, assuring romance
A bit frayed, how many times has this happened?
What is that perfume she wears, velvet and ice?
Lingering where she was, shadowy dream and all
My hands holding air, hopeless fingers clasped
Holding the night unsteady, one more song please
Bill Stankus
Just a moment of miscellany
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