04/23/2016

Tonight, this city is an old harbor from the new world The air is soft and the wind smells like the sea The moon, hazy through a steamy sky Exaggerated A trumpet player in a crisp shirt Jazz night in a cafe At the ground floor of an old building A brown-eyed girl is playing with her hair Glasses of wine Nights like these, when everybody is someone else
Perfume, languages I'm carrying my entire life in my pocket