When pumping music/
into restrooms, play loud jazz /
with lots of deep brass.
Posts Tagged ‘sax’
Loud Dixieland Jazz Bathroom: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
August 31, 2016N’Orleans Sax Memory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem
May 1, 2013Do you remember/
Cafe’ Du Monde,
beignets,
the full moon,
Jackson Square?
The way a single
sax
note
hung,
misty,
for me
in the heavy night
N’Awlens
air?
Do you remember?
‘Cuz each time I hear
that tenor sax
s l o w
p
l
a
y
that way,
I do.
Light My Heart Before Thursday: Romantic Email Sonnet
November 29, 2010 I would love to ride on tracks
and walk through the city with you.
I wonder if we’d hear the sax
notes bend from out of view.
I wish
I could be in your space
and would list
to see your bright face
sooner than Thursday
if there was a way.
I could help you do
and see the good work through.
Or we could walk and see the lights.
And my heart would be lit. That would be alright.