If you understood anything,
would you be stuck
in the corner at
a jazz club without
even a drink on
your table - the
table you co-opted
from someone else
because there's not a
seat in the place and
none of your friends
seem to be coming
and the band is not
playing either?
If these were other days,
you would pull out a cigarette
and ask for a light and
that lovely gentleman would
snap open a lighter for you.
Then you'd lean back in your chair
and pull existentially
on your cigarette and blow
coolly out, having every
reason in the world for being here.
But with no music and
no friends and no cigarette
and no drink, you're just a person
sitting at someone else's table
while they turn their back to talk
to someone they came here on purpose
to talk to.
You might be sitting in a late night jazz club forever.
It might be purgatory.
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