JAZZ MAN

HIS LONG LITHE FINGERS
GRIPPED THE SAX
AND MAGIC BEGAN.

I WAS BORED THAT NIGHT
NO DATE AND IT WAS LATE
BUT SOMETHING PLEADED WITH MY SOUL
TO HANG OUT AND HAVE A DRINK.

USALLY A LADY OF MY TASTE
NEVER EVER WOULD WASTER
HER OWN GREEN ON A GLASS
OF WINE OF DISTASTE
BUT I OPTED TO GO AND THERE I WAS.

PURPLE, FLOWERED, GREEN AND RED
SUITS AND DRESSES OVERWHELMED MY HEAD.
THE CLUB WAS SMALL AND DANK
WITH HALOS OF SMOKE IN THE AIR

BUT ACCORDING TO A FRIEND
YOU JUST HAD TO BE THERE
AT LEAST ONCE.

THE JAZZ MAN PLAYED
AND HIS HEART WAS HOT
HIS FINGERS WERE NIMBLE
AND HIS LIPS WERE TIGHT.  HE PLAYED A TUNE
THAT RIPPLED AND CREATED A MOOD
I WAS CAPTIVATED BY HIS ABSTRACT TUNES.

THAT NIGHT HE PLAYED FOR ME/CLOSED EYES, HEART IN HIS HORN
WAS THE FIRST TIME I FELT FREE. PLAY JAZZ MAN, PLAY GIVE YOUR MUSIC TO THE FORLORN.  I LOOKED AT HIS SHOES, WORN AND TATTERED BUT NOTHING TO THE JAZZ MAN MATTERED.  HE WAS IN HIS ELEMENT, PLAYING WHAT HE FELT.  HE PLAYED THE PEOPLE'S BLUES SO FOR A WHILE THEY WOULD MELT.  JAZZ MAN, JAZZ MAN, CAN YOU PLAY ONE FOR ME?  I JUST AIN'T GOT ENOUGH OF THOSE SAXOPHONE BLUES.