I sense disappointment today
extruded from the black
Case holding the
ever/over-bearing horn.
Something better in the
performance you want?
Something as sensual as your
beloved jazz saxophone?
No – I play trombone.
I can’t get squeaky/squawky – all
helium delirious as your notes protest.
Chord progression talk no longer
flows through the brandy decanter
Sitting on the slightly 60s mod
glass dinner/slab table – I gave up on that
To pursue the slide and my stride
evolved into something derived of my own song.
Try again old man.
Make me embrace Charlie Parker.
Make me faint from Coltrane.
I play trombone.
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