The Jazz Club

Cigar smoke rises
giving the room an aura of fog
and mystery

Shots of bourbon
and Southern Comfort and Coke for the gentlemen
and for the ladies
wine
and something fruity

And the music . . . well it is a jazz club
so it’s definitely something smooth
and in between
the conversation flows
along with a little laughter
but the stage is where it’s at
the band has command of each and every ear

Slowly
the night begins to end
well
the night is also about to begin
as couples slip out one by one
some seeking a little more fun being out and about
while others head home
to finish what the evening started
and as the doors close . . . the music still plays

I hear the word 'sultry' in my head reading this...sigh...

Hmm that's a great word. I've never used it in a poem. Guess what I have to do now.

Very descriptive. I can see myself there thru your poem.