Get Your Sax

Ignite yourself, jazz man;

Take sax in hand,

play, play, play

 

Come out of retirement, dear jazz man.

Your sax is a crisp apple from a tree,

Awaiting the picking.

 

Get your sax, jazz man,

make beautiful notes dance upon the stars.

Shine the sax upon a dim world.

Get your sax, I implore you jazz man.

 

There are fans around the nightclubs,

With liquefied mouths like children queued for cotton candy.

Give them the musical sweetness of the sax.

 

Please, please please dearest jazz man.

Honor the jazz and play the sax.

Brett Lewbel

Originally appeared in the 2010-2011 edition of Outside In.