Here ... This world stands still.
... Timeless The Blues café' stands.
Croaking and crooning to the twenties' jazz band.
Where its imperfection is a renowned beauty and a vocalist's sweet melody reaches for eternity.
Oh where the lone drinker thinks,
In a bad boy town that once was,
Wondering how he ever let his life stray for a second.
For he had committed one of the most heinous crimes, to
love the velvet mistress Rebekah of the Blue Jazz Bar.
Yet the muse sung his tale with a painful twist,
A heartbreaking wrentch,
The tale of a gangster on his last breath; never to see another day of his smoked filled ways ...