Raining jazzy into my mind...

Pouring rains in a trice. 

Stopped under the leafy trees.

Time goes by slowly;

I'm sinking to the heavy air.

Going deeper with shivering myself.

Rain tapers off in a little while;

it becomes as a distant memory.

I walks to the dark place.

Crowd women with old subtle fragrance are spread as flower petals

under the soft lights.

Holding my rain-sodden jacket,

I steps forward little by little.

Splendid dress, dizzy pretty high heels;

wearing chanel, dispersive peals.

Playing Autumn Leaves somewhere

defines myself jazzy.

Autumn Leaves - Miles Davis by jomp/Uploaded on Aug 19, 2009