You were the perfect soundtrack
for wading barefoot on brick, in fountain water. Mood music:
does that diminish you? Would you prefer
the spotlight at Dante's or the Roseland, swaying crowds
sucking on your brass? Of course you would,
who wouldn't? Artists know these things.
Well. If you don't make it someday
I believe it won't be for lack of effort.
Mellow brass and well-worn keys attest
to hours of practice. Yeah. You could be the best.
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, September 07, 2011
To the Sax Player at Waterfront Park-- 9/7/2011
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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