Vinyl jacket? Check.
Indigo blue Hawaiian shirt? You bet!
Nice pair of alligator slip-on loafers for the win.
Those corduroy bell bottoms would make it even nicer.
And the gold chains dangling added just the right amount of bling
Give me that fedora and the biggest feather you’ve got
Everything here might be old, but so am I so therefore it’s all…
Pelting rain pounded on Mike’s fedora as he waited
Under a red umbrella, his prey walked out of the shop
Running across the street, Mike tried to get close
Slipping in a puddle, he fell hard to the pavement
Under his breath, he swore as he pushed himself back up
It seemed that the red umbrella had disappeared
The next swears were definitely out loud
Tossing his fedora onto the coatrack, Martin sat at the piano
In no time the keys began to sing what was in his heart
Melodies rose and fell on the emotional tide
Enveloping Martin in memories of another time and place
Listening to those faint echoes of her laugh in the harmonies
Envisioning her smile as she joined him on the violin
Softly he finished his musical poem and smiled at her picture on the piano
She would always be a part of his soul