let there be love, he croons. trumpet trilling
behind: it’s swing night at the local lounge
and we’re all feeling bubbly. genny is
falling in love yet again, while amber
has come to like being alone except
for the ticking of her biological
clock—at thirty-two she’s getting antsy—
bobby thinks he’s lost his swagger . . . until
natalie walks past and suddenly he’s
once more a young buck and off to dance his
way into natalie’s bed, and by her looks,
he’ll have to really step in it to miss out.
now it’s count basie with lil darlin, all
tune and swoon and a sweet note for last call.
David M Pitchford
20 Oct 2011