Dernier journal (29)
Dream night
For intoxicating moonlight
in light of the street lamp.
Between humans, non-humans
from different sides of life.
For euphonious of jazz tone
sipping cheap wine, cigarette in mouth
talking about life.
We have just one night.
The night belongs to us.
We stole it
and who knows
when we will stole again.
Maybe once...
We will hope.
To my friend Timo
as thanks for the jazz night between bohemians
and
with excuse a rhyme missing.