Standard (for Porter & Perez)
they are silent phantoms
moving like wraiths between
the close-knit tables
remove a plate
add a napkin
offer the dessert menu
steal away into
a darkened corner
of the club
then a sound
like overheated lightbulbs
pop pop popping
the bassist looks up
smiling
as a new phantom
glides toward the kitchen
holding a witch’s broom
(and dustpan)
the sound of glass dragged
across poured concrete, then:
“Besame Mucho”
/ / /
Jason Crane
18 April 2015
Jazz Standard
NYC
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