Smooth Jazz

early morning hours closing time nears in a darkly lit jazz club coffee has turned stale band continues playing in smokey air, notes trail quietly the waitress scats pouring refills lost in trance hand brushing against his a spark, locks in glance mysterious charm allures voice heard, dry husky tone shaking her to the bone raw attraction, his grunge her innocence, stirring she walks away, stopping over shoulder watching eyes inviting, she bites lip he follows wanting taste sultry jazz tune dripping passion continues to play disappearing in shadows the two silhouettes fade