The night is set 
The air is sweet 
We're all dressed up 
As our hands meet. 

Drawing some air in 
I close my eyes 
Our lips touch 
As you begin to sigh. 

Your body shakes 
Fingers hold you tight 
You refuse to hold back 
The sound is so bright. 

Your beauty glitters 
As we stand in back 
Carrying over the shoulders 
Of our patrons in black. 

The couples in front 
They turn our way 
Our essence strikes them 
Like night turning to day 

A listener walks up 
"You sound like Miles" 
I look at my trumpet 
As we break into smiles.