South West Texan rasp,
redolant of late night bars neon streaked streets whorehouses;
muscular, masculine scalding tenor horn,
life lived, breathed through mouthpiece reed and keys,
buffered blue notes floating on air,
collide, collude with my eager, earnest ears;
'Cry Me Not' 'A Day to Mourn' 'Our Love is Here to Stay' 'I can't get Started'
now its finished.
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