Jenny With The Red Coat

Into the bar she walked with an audience of two. Put down her money then indicated she’d like me to listen. Jenny wore a long, red coat, and it looked beautiful on her.

She sat on the stool and talked about feelings and friends, and glanced across after something like an hour.

I sat and read the paper.

Drinking her wine with her audience of two.

Then, caught unawares, a hand appeared to my right. A table I wasn’t using, she leaned against. She placed her hand down, and everything changed (not that I knew).

She asked me if I’d be so kind as to keep an eye on her coat. Jenny with the red coat. She smiled. And so, I obliged.

It wasn’t as though it was any kind of problem. After all, I was only reading the paper (for the second time that night).

The audience of two (who had no-one to watch any more) chatted about the changes the year had made to their lives. Until Jenny with the red coat returned - the beautiful, red coat in question laying beside my right hand.

She picked up the coat. She turned her back and faced her audience of two. Jenny, the red coat and her long, dark hair in my view.

Then later, a man with a problem to share.

He whisked Jenny and her long, red coat through the night, along with her long, brunette hair.

And I pretended I neither knew, nor cared…

But now I can’t be sure that Jenny with the red coat doesn’t think about me now, when I think about her…

Do you look at the moon?
Do you look at the moon?
Jenny with the red coat…
Did you look at the moon…
That night?

The Spiral