reach out, “touch the music,” my poem
that toe is tapping…
touch the music
The horn is a sweet river
of hot icing,
sprites chase the notes,
toe tapping just happens,
the sax galumphs
and then it’s power and pout
and plaintive moan
and tickled scales,
a raft of rhythms that pushes through
to almost endings,
the growly sax can make a joy
to bounce inside our ears,
all dulcet, warm, and lazy…
January 26, 2024
easy listening in the Fireside lounge on a Friday afternoon
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