The white, electric skillet of a day
threatened to sear us all away -
fat frying, spluttering - rank Chicago smeltering along,
smothered in heavy, wooly sweat,
the city knew a sad regret
for staying long in summer's heavy.
No escape. Delirious.
So I went subterraneous.
Maybe I'd dream about Dolores'
kinda' auburn hair & hazel eyes.
Looking at her made chills go (indecipherable)
even if she wasn't even there & so I tried.
Put Wayne Shorter on to hide
and slept, completely mystified.
'Honk!' went a taxi cab outside to remind me night time was dawning.
Then Laurie & Guy call -say, 'let's go dancing & romance perchancing.
Summer times are sweeter at night.
The music is swinging all the night.'
I put a bowl of coffee on. I took a hit.
What with the day time on the lamb - jumped in my car, Uptown to scram.
Popped in a great Von Freeman jam and the coffee hit. Bam!
We hit a Jazz club called, 'The Mill'.
Dig it! My second domicile.
We had a great time hanging, until
I saw Dolores sweep into the room.
And then my head began to swoon.
I got a yen.
She came right up to me & when
she spoke my sweat broke. No joke.
Then came on the thrills,
and came on the chills!
She got me to dance -
I took a chance
replying, although she was kinda' shy,
I stole a sweet kiss on the sly (to simplify).
And when Dolores sighed a sigh,
you know, it got me kinda' high -
she hit me right between the eyes!
If there's one girl I've gotta' remember, it's her.
