Forté

The heavy door leads to a smokey room
A dim hall with a beat of its own
A new style of rhythm and blues
Jazz to swing through the night
Across the room a single table
Her blue eyes and her shade of lipstick
“Do you dance?”
Hands held on the dance floor
Hours pass when the band stops
Last call
Coats wrapped upon backs
Gentle rain just past the window
Church bells in the distance
This heavy door leads to something new