Falling asleep in a jazz bar

Waiting for my darling in that dim jazz bar

Gazing into people come and go

I know for sure that

She is not going to show up

But still I wore my best threads 

And my best perfume too

Falling asleep in that dim jazz bar

Hoping that I might see her in that white suit

Cut as sharp as my acute hangover

Cat walking elegantly in the same mambo music

Whose rhythm I have become too familiar waiting her

Lights become dimmer as people walk away with relief

While I press my head deep into the wood counter

Waiting, secretly hoping that she might wake me up

apologising for showing up late

But that is okay 

Because this is a dream I would never want to wake up

Hey, are you reading this?

Come, to that jazz bar that we once met

And gently wake me up