Poem: Occasion

Some friends visited. We had pizza, and gin and far too many cigarettes.

We played cards, and music, apparently far too much jazz! (Is that ever possible?)

Something was up with one of them.

It was either the gin or the cards or the jazz…

They left.

I started cleaning up.

There wasn’t a lot to do.

I played “All Blues” from Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue album.

They’…