Jazz piano
Slow
in D minor

A note that's allowed
like
the pain
that's caused
and delivered

the shadowed sound
from the speakers
is the sigh
that pulls me back
to that place
that she once held

but I wont respond
just keep 
the kerb 2 foot away-

no turning
back around
to hear her needs

my wants
are the rear-view
mirror
that cause the
eye's to blink
wet memories away

washed in
rythmn like the cab's
slow wipers
with each argument
pushed aside

but her perfume
is still attached
to this guilty
drink like lipstick
on the glass

that she once held
Monk fills the space
that she now leaves.

Words and image Tommy Carroll