The Last Waltz

(photograph: Jozef Krajko. Source www.1x.com)

The Last Waltz

Standing on the window ledge of the 33rd floor,

She wonders why the traffic

Below is unusually still.

Yesterday's tequila glass

Still clinking in her ears,

She edges inch by inch

On high heels.

A black suede waltz

On the 33rd floor

On the 17th day of the 3rd month.

The music of the taxis,

Ringing like an orchestra,

All awaiting the lady in red,

To make the first move.

One step in front.

One step back.

Two to the right, one to the left.

Back and front.

Aaand let go.

Down on the pavement,

Beside a yellow cab,

A man in a tuxedo,

in black suede shoes,

and Elvis burns,

Heels clicked in attention,

And lips curled in,

Waits.

Up on the 33rd ledge,

She gets ready for the free fall,

Into the waltz of a lifetime.