Sax Man

I hear you Sax Man
In the attic of the house, man
Light pours out of the window
Onto the dark city streets below
Music soars out of the window
Filling the quiet hour
With jazz power
The notes skip
Tumble and trip
Revel and blip
The hands of the clock
Tock-tick-tock
But still you blow
Your own big brass horn show
Until the cocks crow
You are the Sax Man
Keep on playing, man

- Denise Cooper Smith