Sax Man is outside practicing jazz,
(Which is the same as performing jazz),
His rich, chaotic melodies,
Drift lazily to me on my balcony.
I dream of a mahogany and emerald speakeasy,
Topaz lamps illuminating bistro meals and sleezy
Men who talk about doing women and doing crime,
Stone streets, carriages, moments locked in time.
The Sax Man casts his enigmatic poetry,
His rich, chaotic melodies,
Drift lazily to me on my balcony.