In Coltrane’s blue world The blue light of dusk Elevated trains The click of your heels after the rain A silhouette of lovers in the half-light She lowers her dress over her head She shakes out her hair he bends to her kiss We imagine their moment of grace We are not voyeurs we leave them in peace In this blue world imagination flickers Like broken film projected on a movie screen Flashes of light over scratches of black Streets shining from rain for the moment passed Your heels click like the cobblestones in The Third Man In Coltrane’s blue world In the dusk just before dark Elevated trains rumble past Block by block I think of the lovers glimpsed through the curtain Their moment of passion a dying ember All at once I remember the hotel in Hiroshima Where you came to visit ghosts brushed my skin You held me after my face pressed to your neck To bury my sins to bury my sins A silhouette of lovers in the half-light You lower your dress over your head You shake out your hair I bend to your kiss In this moment of grace of peace Two lovers notice passing by on the street In Coltrane’s blue world The blue light of dusk Elevated trains the click of your heels After the rain In Coltrane’s blue world In Coltrane’s blue world