Billie Holiday

A boy tunes his guitar to an open chord
The moon watches him play
A shadow bangs on a tin drum out in the street

An organ echoes in the loft above

Billie Holiday sings in the blue room next door

We rock back and forth and dance to the beat
And so the dream begins

There is a kind of heaven in sleep

The visitors are back again  drifting on air

Their voices falling like waves

(Those thin ghosts that once named the stars)

The old spells are forgotten

A shadow bangs on a tin drum out in the street

We rock back and forth and dance to the beat