Night of the Blues Jackson C. Frank

If it was hope
If it was rope
It was an alcove
Built on a slope
I got to you
Over drinks and Martinis
And slight overdue
We wait for our background
To sell us the news
How we got together
The night of the blues

Sitting at the bar
Initialling a star
Caught in the circle
Of going so far
Out the street was a cryer
The lights blew a fuse
How we got together
The night of the blues

Now that I know you
And you know me too
Panic forgives me
For trying to choose
The piano was dancing
The winds knew the tune
How we got together
The night of the blues