There was a Drifter,
And a Musician,
Chilling at a Diner,
One Blue yet Beautiful Evening,

On the Jukebox,
Played a Sweet Melody,
By the Beatles And I Love Her,

The Musician sighed,
They dont quite make Songs,
like those these Days,
And the Drifter high fived him,
With the Right on,
Sparkling in his eyes,
Like them Diamonds in the Skies,

And then a Most Enchanted woman,
Waltzed like an Exotic sweet Breeze,
Her Hair was Honey tousled,
And her Gaze Evening Sultry,

The Drifter and Musician,
Both seemed with Wonder to Sigh,
At her Exquisite Beauty,
While the Sweet melody played,
And she Casually yet Otherworldly Swayed,

The Drifter asked the Musician,
Would ya rather have the Enchanted woman,
Or Sweet Melody,
The Musician laughed and sighed,
I'd Love to Choose the Enchanted woman,
But being a Devoted musician,
I'd choose the Sweet melody,
To Soothe an Evenings blues,
The Enchanted woman,
Would probably desire alot of Love,
And Flowers,
Even when all I have to give,
is Sweet, loving melodies,
And as he played some Harmonica,
The Drifter Sweetly drifted,
Into the Enchanted womans,
Sweet Loving Caress,
With her in her Evening dress,
One Blue, Mellow, yet Beautiful Evening,
And their Sweet gaze high fived,
The musician,
With,
their Kindred Love
Reynaldo Casison