Yusef Komunyakaa - Jasmine lyrics

I sit beside two women, kitty-corner To the stage, as Elvin's sticks blur The club into a blue fantasia I thought my body had forgotten the Deep South, how I'd cross the street If a woman like these two walked Towards me, as if a cat traversed My path beneath the evening star Which one is wearing jasmine? If my grandmothers saw me now They'd say, Boy, the devil never sleeps My mind is lost among November Cotton flowers, a soft rain on my face As Richard Davis plucks the fat notes Of chance on his upright Leaning into the future The blonde, the brunette— Which one is scented with jasmine? I can hear Duke in the right hand & Basie in the left As the young piano player Nudges us into the past The trumpet's almost kissed By enough pain. Give him a few more years A few more ghosts to embrace—Clifford's Shadow on the edge of the stage The sign says, No Talking Elvin's guardian angel lingers At the top of the stairs Counting each drop of sweat Paid in tribute. The blonde Has her eyes closed, & the brunette Is looking at me. Our bodies Sway to each riff, the jasmine Rising from a valley somewhere In Egypt, a white moon Opening countless false mouths Of laughter. The midnight Gatherers are boys & girls With the headlights of trucks Aimed at their backs, because Their small hands refuse to wound The knowing scent hidden in each bloom