This is primarily written for one of the FL state folk songwriting contests, but I think it has enough potential universal appeal to post it here.... intentionally old-fashioned...a throw back (attempt, anyway - it's uploaded - thanks for any reactions/comments) The Biscayne Bay Waltz
The valet parked my car, and I walked toward the bar Of the elegant Miami Biltmore Then I saw an old man, tattered hat in his hand Gazing at the grand entryway doors I said old timer, you’re in the wrong place Then I saw his sad eyes and his worn, weathered face He said I wait every night, on the chance that I might Hear the band play the Biscayne Bay Waltz He said every year, I brought my angel here, From the cold blowing snows of Chicago How she loved the warm sun, then when evening would come This was her favorite place we would go. She bought new dresses, made me wear a tux And I’d slip the maitre d’ twenty bucks Just to be sure, I had the best seats for her When the band played the Biscayne Bay Waltz He said, ‘68 was the last trip we made From the Chicago snows to the Biltmore Then I spent everything, for her comfort that spring Now I don’t care a thing that I’m poor If just once time ‘neath these Miami skies I could hear our old song and remember how I Used to feel my heart stir, dancing with her As the band played the Biscayne Bay Waltz I turned and went in, but kept thinking of him As the music rang all through the halls So I took out some bills, and found out you can still Have the band play the Biscayne Bay Waltz
