I was sitting on a high stool
drinking coffee by the bar.
They were playing from the new school,
drums and bass and two guitars.
It was nice and it was loud
in a very cosy way.
She came in, she and her crowd
and she parked her in my way.
She said: "Sorry, I’ll just order."
I said: "Nothing, you may stay."
And she brushed me with her shoulder,
but her guy called her away.
She had an awful lot to offer
if you’re able price to pay.
Bloke like me, jazz loving gaffer,
would adore her and obey.
And they drank and they were out.
I have nothing more to say.
But without her around
night get gloomy, I dismayed.
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