I saw her on the platform
sitting waiting for the train
the same as I remembered
little changed from Soho days
We spent our days in Soho
loving through the afternoons
but we wanted very different lives
too great a gulf to compromise
and so we went our separate ways
our paths now crossing for a moment
‘neath the Pennsylvania clock
That’s how I remember it.
She maybe saw it different.
She saw me too and smiled at me.
“How are you!” A warm embrace
two former lovers face to face.
And it felt so good to see her
while looking every bit the part
a successful and established man
heading home to wife and child.
Over coffee in the diner
we caught up on years gone by
She never saw me in a suit
remembering the sax instead
playing blue notes Friday nights.
Still composing sharps and…
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