Another new poem from To Sire, With Love- evoking the noir-soul of another sonorous and balmy night in Florida. Cheers!
The lyrical child within,
Adores and cherishes,
Finding a new melodious surprise.
Ambling along a quiet lane,
Unveils a somber scene-
Sax ending at closing.
The club empty,
Clientele all departed,
Tunes drift quietly to silence.
Instrument drops, amp still glowing-
Another gig, consummated,
silence now reigns supreme.
I can imagine,
Him gently packing
away his trademark tool.
And shimmering out the back,
to melt into the late night
Darkness.
A Day in the Brine 