Duke Ellington

by Lynnette   Nov 12, 2010


**YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO "IN A SENTIMENTAL MOOD" BY DUKE ELLINGTON AND JOHN COLTRAN TO HAVE A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF THIS POEM**

My ears have fallen in love with the sounds they hear.

Visions of a heart broken man sitting at a table with a little glass of what.cha.call.it.

Envy in his eyes as he stares at his lost love slow dancing with a man who is unfamiliar to him.

She twirls and spins- Devil in a Red dress.

He takes in the lost curves of her,

the lost lips, smile, and lust. . . in her eyes.

He allows envy to glaze over his sight as that unfamiliar man brings her in close and gently nestles his face on her neck,

while his hand is on the edge of her moon in which he once called, caressed, and loved his own.

He throws back the last drops of what.cha.call.it but isn't fazed by the Hell creeping down his throat

because at that moment her eyes meet his.

The music starts to jog instead of walk and as he looking into her eyes, he notices something.

In her beautiful eyes, he notices longing.

He can tell that she dreams of him instead of Mr. Unfamiliar,

and while the music is steady jogging, their love making clouds his mind.

Scenes of them tangled in sheets that were thrown on the floor hours ago.

Scenes of bodies entwined, not even God can stop them from sinning so beautifully.

his heavy breathing, her curled up toes,

her sweat messed up her relaxer, and he knew just what to do with his wood to relax her.

The love they shared in that moment was so deafening, Mr. Unfamiliar looked up wondering what all the rukus was.

She quickly looks away and the music starts to walk again.

Their moment is forever gone and shall never be back.

He is now staring at her back.

He takes in the lost curves of her,

the lost touch,

the lost lips, smile, and lust. . . in her eyes.

This man with a broken heart can no longer hold on to his manly values and cries.

He cries and orders another glass of what.cha.call.it.

And on his way out, the man with a broken heart looks on the stage and waves goodbye to Duke Ellington.

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