1940
She was the last person on earth
Whenever that song was played
(too much of a change in ideas…make a connector)
He stood over her and blocked out the light
The scene around her flooded in
And melted back down into a smoky barroom
The musicians in the corner quietly purred
Rubbing music up against the dancers
Swaying on the floor
The slow walls waved like marsh grass
The roars of a world muted out by a trumpet
A mood moved over the room
From the sway of a piano
Like a hand that rocks the equilibrium of a child
Sitting amongst the crowd
She was the last person on earth
Until the smoke made a cigarette hallo
Around his head
And the song no longer left her alone
