If I could hold you now

If I could hold you now

As I held you then

There would be music

A silent tribute

It may be

Heard only incognito

It would be

A trumpet voluntarily

Played

To mark the passing

Of the day

How melancholy

The sound of taps

A strangely apt last post

A lonely mournful note

Without all the blues

Of Miles to lend it soul

Would that it was

Blow the horn

Cool guy blow

Swing tight

With a three piece

Throw in a little

Five four

A drum and bass affair

With a rolling piano

Pining for a sax man

As an addition

To fill out the sound

If I could hold you now

As I held you then

We would dance

The blues

Cheek to cheek

Until sunrise.