He strode in at quarter to ten

Vesper helmet under arm

Sax in hand. 

It started at nine.

Toes tap

Knees jig.

In the corner, a young man wags his chin side to side, 

eyes closed, enthralled in the sound.

Two girls look lovingly into each others eyes.

Silent nods between the musicians indicates the next song.

Dim reds, blues and greens light the 'stage'.

Wine to the half way mark in the drummer's glass

Tell us we're half way through the set.

Applause. And tiramisu on the way home.