Inspired by "Coconut Champagne" by Denis DeBlasio
I like to rub my finger against its texture like champagne in my favorite wine glass
Easy
Cold chills, drums and a tune from my hearts speaker.
The trumpet
plays the songs of Havana nights
A fine brotha across the dance floor
We tango, we dance or
bask in the fruits of our existence
Sweeter than the smell of mangoes
His feet stamp steps into my remembrance
Warm
Smooth
Crisp
Like a hard wind
Like a glass of champagne, we toast
We coast
In Havana
But we're still on the dance floor
Hip switching to the sound of the band
oh
this is what I like to call Jazz
The shining instruments and he is synonymous
to the
gold shimmering of music
The beating fist of life
And the crisp
smooth
taste of coconut
We sip.
Out of my favorite champagne glass.
