Live Jazz

In this jazz room
at a table
in front of a bottle of Millers,
it's all real.
The woman with
the tatoo on her leg
is singing about
feeling beating hearts.
The men I know, she sings,

the breath in her voice
and delicate conversation,
all grown-ups. I
barely know the rules.

She sings about love.
I mention politely
I think she's lying.
The jazz lyrics
are pure country.