Basin Street Blues

When we were supposed to be asleep- Saturday morning, They were awake, and with cheap coffee and reefer.

We slept off rich, free hangovers. Too deep to hear their horns.

Their drums.

But I was awake. 

Id lay in my bed pretending to sleep next to my wife, and tap my finger to their illegal beat. On the night stand.

The sun would rise, and years later my wife would tell me.

She was doing the same thing.