<p>Jazz. Loneliness. Love. Heartbreak.</p><p><br></p><p>For beat poet Cliff Irving these are words from the same stanza. He spends his nights in constant revision-caught up in false love tempted by free love and haunted by the one that got away.</p><p><br></p><p>Summer is fading. Romance is waning. But the moon is full and empty. </p>