Late at night, alone
She walks the quiet avenue
Erect and proud with an air about her
That seems to say she’s proud of who she is
Stopping at an appealing spot
She orders a drink and listens
Through the open door
To the mournful sounds of a saxophone
In a club across the street

Finishing his gig for the night
He carefully cleans and puts away
The treasured instrument that is his life...
The pure essence of the man.
Then joins the others for one tall frosty one
Leaves the club turning at the corner
And with his saxophone held close
Heads down the late night street
To his one-room flat and more stiffling solitude

She also leaves heading back
Down the quiet avenue toward her hotel
They meet at the corner exchange smiles
She feels her heart skip a beat
Then thinks about her flight in the morning
He thinks about her and then
About tomorrow's promising audition
Both stop to gaze in shop windows
Obligations over temptation battle within as
They continue on their separate ways
And the quiet night shudders as
Destiny screams at their rejection