Poem: Mister Saxophone Man

Mister Saxophone Man

By K.C. Wallace
QuailBellMagazine.com

Play those dark notes blue 
Mister Saxophone Man;
inflame the belly in my soul,
E flat, G sharp, B flat minor me--
let the good times roll.

Blow hard Mister Saxophone Man,
tell the truth
don’t hide the news.
Low down Bass notes
puncture my heart,
don’t deceive, 
play me the blues.

Tell me Mister Saxophone Man:
are the blues real,
or just a lie?
Do you really feel the pain of the ancestors,
in your syncopated lines?

Don’t stop howling Mister Saxophone Man,
speak loud when silence is heard.
Mellow notes
plunder me,
make my heart beat groan.

Got the rhythm Mister Saxophone Man,
I know what’s going down.
Bebop, hip-hop,
and my blue suede shoes.
It’s the blues,
Just telling me the truth.

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