Astrud Gilberto

I keep coming back to her.
Like she's the first note of my one-note samba.
Taking me back to another time.
Fast.
Sultry.
Dangerous.
I drank rum and coke.
Carried a baretta.
Wore tuxes.
Like a low-rent James Bond.
Made love on the beach
Under a full moon.

I was young then.
And I was good.

I'm older now.

And better.


sj


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