Zoot Sims Crying
softly
through the gruesome
plaster wallsThere were bloody
screams earlier
of fuck you, asshole!
and I’ll kill you, bitch!And something horrid
like screaming death pounding
again and againon the unyielding linoleum floor
But now there is only jagged
laughter, the clanging of glassesand Zoot Sims’ sax
crying “Autumn Leaves”softly
through the gruesome
plaster wallsso softly
it breaks my heart
again