Not-so-smooooth Jazz

I love me some Coltrane on a rainy day,
when cloudy skies are drenched and gray,
and the pavement gleams,
and it's dark as night in the morning.

I love me the ballads on a sultry sax,
and a mellow bass while I chillax,
with some Merlot,
reclining before a crackling fire's glow.

Or at least that's how his music makes me feel,
even when the reality is:
I'm slaving away at my desk,
sipping a Nalgene-knock-off of Crystal-Lite laced water
in front of the glow of a blazing
halogen lamp.