Collection of honesty

A little neat Cafe de corner, Decorated with fresh flowers and a solid marble floor. There's wonderfully cooked homemade dessert. Tiramisu, Cheese cake, chocolate fondue that pours. On the side there's a laced shelf stacked with books, The dainty tables hold sweets of caramel and toffee, While Peggy Lee and Etta James make art with jazz, I'll do the chores from nine to four and in between I'll drink, Black coffee. Etta James, Black Coffee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRxS7Q64xUQ Peggy Lee, Black Coffee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqIeKYRLhno

On that piano with that bass, Something lures my voice. Rolling in the silky shaped bed,  I'll make love to jazz, Scatting and swinging,  Singing slow with passion and sweetness, Hitting the blue notes as I go. Drunk in the sensual sex of each melody. 'At last' on a late afternoon, Listen to the saxophone's seduction, Please fly me to the moon.