Saturday

My jazz band
played last night
at the racecourse.

There was this girl
done up and
ready for
the night
who waited for
one hour
maybe more.

She made a
call
cried
and left.

Not wanted.

I then realised
the irony that
we were playing
The Dead
Leaves.

Later that night
events happened
and I too
felt not
wanted.

The difference being
There was no
Autumn Leaves
for me.