Fantasy

Listening to Bird Parker Just before dawn With a cup of coffee in one hand And pretending to smoke with the other I slipped into the late fifties You, on my arm, as we dance in a little jazz club Drinking gin and tonics Until the sun rises behind the Empire State Building We are blinded by the light For we crawled thru the night With a desire to get more kicks As the nighttime, is the right time And no one catch us on sunny day The night's playing.... But it's the twenty-first century And I need to go to work No time to listen my dreams Everything was easier back then Too bad, I missed it