Only Way
The only way that Nichols
could have any control
over his wife or put a smile
on her face was to put on
a Gerry Mulligan record and
turn it up loud so that the
cool baritone saxophone of
Mulligan could work its wonders
and she would say Why he’s
so sexy and that sax of his it
drives me crazy and Nichols
knew he was second best to
that Mulligan guy and once
when he took her to a jazz
concert where he had a job
to keep her in her seat and
she swooned and gazed and
nigh wet herself and when he
got her home that night it was
one of the hottest nights of sex
he ever had which for a second
best guy wasn’t at all bad.
poem by Terry Collett
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
