Around about midnight I feel the tug
Of how it used to be when I was partying
It happens often when I'm yearning for
a certain someone I jived with

He played jazz piano like Oscar Peterson
And made love like no one else I ever knew
An enigma, a loner, devoted to his craft
But when he gave himself he gave all

Always attracting  women to the bar
All wanted a piece of him, but never got it
Only one woman he ever truly loved,not me
She did him dirty and he never bit again

I was his good friend, then one night
We wound up at his place together
The start of a long lasting love affair
Most people didn't know about it

We kept our lives private for many reasons
I really don't know if it was love on his part
We never discussed it, though I felt love
He was a good looking intelligent man of solitude

My being able to refrain from demands
Kept us together for many years until
One day he was killed by a drug hungry thief
I still  think of him often, mostly round midnight

etw-2006