4am blues

4am blues

It’s 4 am the blue man
Is playing his alto sax.
It wails like a broken heart.
Sleep is calling but
I don’t listen.
I know you can feel me
I know it.
My heart is singing love songs
For you
Only for you.
If I close my eyes 
and feel the sax
I see you slide
into my bed.
Looking for the door 
into my heart.
I always leave it open 
even now.
Now and  again
an imposter comes
but  it  is not you.
Only some ghost
With a broken heart
Looking for a place to live.
The mellow notes haunt me.
I see your colors in the music.
They are the ones I need
to complete my painting.
Without them it will hang
In the gallery of my soul
Entitled
his last uncompleted work.