When Nothing Else Matters
Every night he plays
Lost in a melodic never land
Far beyond the controlled confusion of this place
Where they hear but don’t listen
A man and his woodwind meld so sweet
Like French vanilla melting under a warm butterscotch heat
The brass wears a high shine glisten
Together
They birth a velvety sound with a satin slickness
Inside this fractured shack
Seedy to the eye at a glance
The easy breeze of happen stance
Finds me in the company of brilliance
Once, maybe twice in a man’s life will he ever get this chance
And I’m the only one who sees
On the dusty planks of a crippled platform
He blows with passion
Flaunting the elasticity in his swollen cheeks
Delicately caressing those nickel plated curves
The reed of his horn climaxes in pleasurable shrieks
A chemistry uncanny
And amongst a consistent unflattering chatter
A man and his horn in a world all their own
He drops to his knees
His horn a steady moan
As if nothing else matters
They would continue to speak
Whispering in smooth harmonic tones for some time
And in the end
He gently wipes her mouth taking good care
I am blessed to have seen such a thing so rare
He treats her so kind
As they quietly disembark to little appreciation
Just a man, his horn
And their nightly situation
I offer a slight nod as he strolls passed
He smiles seemingly flattered
Unassuming
They exit hand in hand
The same way they entered
As if nothing else mattered
Copyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
Copyright © Daryl Gaines | Year Posted 2014
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