Smoke Gets In Your Eyes

Listening to Miles Davis play “Smoke Gets In Your Eyes,” in a Frankfurt hotel room.  I have been working on opera and eating plums.  There’s a jazz to life that I never want to forget.  The way plums are sweet and Miles music whispers .  The way snowflakes float down and here in Germany, there are so many red leaves singing down onto the pavement.

“They asked me how I knew, my true love was true. Smoke gets in your eyes.”

Published in: on October 13, 2015 at 12:03 pm  Leave a Comment  

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