Lost

I pour a dram
of exquisite elegance
12 year
amber hued
single malt
sherry cask finished
with hints
of orange
spices
and just enough smoke
to enhance
the torpedo cut
tightly wrapped
cigar
life's accoutrements

And as
the night falls
the smokey haze rises
while
Gillespie
Monk
Coltrane
and Shorter
infuse the evening's warmth
with cool

One inch of ash
lingers
as if it was sighing
in relief
to time finally standing still
I pour another dram
and smile
as I find myself
lost
in this moment

NICE

Nice poemwink: .