You
must
be
Jack!
with my lover
I met her once
Sunday
in the rain
do you know
her name
The Black Hawk
He's funny
that Way
she's still
rotting nectarines
at Storyville
Big Apple
holding hands
under the table
she
takes
you back
grey-hair was Parisian
as if yesterday
that music starts
there is no time
a song immortalized