It is a Miles Davis blues
they must have heard before.
She says,
It reminds me of October rain
on a New York roof past midnight.
A tumpet player in the Paris Metro
with a hole in his knee and eyes of fever.
A winter in the south - any south
among perched villages and wailing winds.
Anybody's childhood in an East European city
of shadows and fog.
A galaxy of dim bars along the street
in Berlin of the thirties.
The silver rustle of a single noun
yet to be coined, to mean complete sadness.
Railway stations in pre-war Italy
with snow-peaks in the crisp distance.
Lovers in worn-out coats
standing in the rain...
That's nice, he says,
except you've never left this town.
She says, my love, it reminds me of the day
when you and I will part.
Kapka Kassabova
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-never-entered-my-mind/
