Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection Storytelling (Медленный Ритм)

He wore a trench coat and a tilted hat
He didn't come to socialize or chat
He took a corner booth facing the door
Like he had fought a hundred years of war.

I wiped the counter and I poured the gin
I saw the trouble he was drowning in
His eyes were heavy and his hands were cold
A young man looking terribly old.

He left a silver dollar on the wood
He didn't tell me if the drink was good
He lit a match and held it to his face
Then walked away and left this lonely place.

I never saw that tilted hat again
Among the faces of the working men
But sometimes when the autumn wind is high
I smell tobacco smoke and wonder why.