Jazz is playing
In a La Jolla café
Performing outside on the wall
Notes floating in the air
Sparkling black and white keys
A smooth, sentimental tune
As I enjoy a Cobb salad
With a cool vinaigrette
And a glass of vintage red
On an easy Sunday afternoon
while the notes are dancing
in my head.


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