Poem: The Rest Does Not Matter

The Rest Does Not Matter

Slow smokey blues at your favorite diner.
Plunking bass. A side of sax.
Dancing music and I get up from the table,
pull you up for a slow dance,
your eyes wide with surprise, but
falling into my arms nonetheless,
the breakfast crowd a bit bemused
at the gentle grind, a public display,
more suited perhaps to a late-night bar
than breakfast.

No matter.
Some things are irresistible.
You
and music.
For now, the rest does not matter.

About this poem

A love poem. What else?

Tom

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