The rhythmic beat of the drums
in the old cafe' near water's edge,
beckons on a late winter's eve.

As a brisk northeast wind kisses
cheeks of cherry red, the tantalizing
wail of a saxophone calls.

The boogie woogie beat of piano keys
sets our heels flying, inviting us
to the old cafe' near water's edge.

Sheltered from winter's icy breath, bodies
sway in rhythmic beats, heels tap
on a glistening wooden dance floor
in an old cafe' near water's edge.