Dedication: To Christine. We had our ups and downs, though looking back, there were more downs. But i can relate to the Jazzman even now.
The day that we met, I took you to see the trains
At the station. That was a special place to me.
We stood at watched as the train of happiness pulled away.
We told each other that someday we would ride that train together.
And the jazzman played his saxophone and we held each other.
He played a happy tune as we held each other that day.
We come again to the station in the fall as our love for each other grew.
And the Jazzman caressed his instrument with all the love that I felt for you.
And the Jazzman played a mellow tune.
Then the day came that we were to board the midnight train for our future together.
I held you on the platform and started deeply into your eyes.
I told you that I would get a paper and return to you in a moment,
And the sound from the Jazzman was a sad, sad tune.
Later that night the train pulled away from the station.
I could see your eyes staring from the cabin window.
The jazzman looked at me and smiled a grin of release as he held out his Saxophone.
I put it to my lips and took his place at the station.
Two new lovers held each other as they watched that train pull away that night.
And I could see myself and my love a long, long time ago.
And I played a happy tune.