In the lazy hours
Of autumn raindrops
The morning turns
Faithful, cool and sure

The corner thrives
In retro splendor
In shades of forgotten noir
Weighed by frigid sorrow

The trumpeter
Clasps for failing romance
As love affairs weave and dash
Through falling sheets
And flooded potholes

A wretched soul
Peers past familiar window panes
Tried by a whim to reach
For the glimmering hearth
Kept long ago

Oh it is a solemn
And pitiful serenade
Blaring hotly
Like the summer days
Once squandered together

It was then a familiar face
Peered past his towering faults
Cleaving through
To his inner brilliance
As the somber notes
Quietly deferred from the ashes

Together
They seethe and climb
In upward bliss
Upon the gilded staircase home