Smoke filled rooms of song
Blues color the melodies
©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben
This poem certainly creates a specific mood.
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of my favorite jazz clubs from back in the day!
Yes, that is exactly the mood – jazz clubs.
AH those were the days Annette
We had a couple great places in Ohio. I was always at home there!
This is very evocotive, Annette 🙂
The sounds of piano keys harmonizing with melting ice in glasses
Yes, I am there with you! 🙂
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