Resolve weakens.
Jobim,
played in short riffs,
a la Joe Pass,
on a Fender guitar,
through a Fender amp,
in the local music store. . .
'Twas a soft voice calling.
A gentle, velvet tug at my heart,
at my soul. . .
"Come back."
"This, you can play.
. . . At least you can try."
So. . . I swapped stories and phone numbers
with the guitar player, then left the store
with a promise to look into forming a trio.
Who knows?
-Fini
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