Jazz Tunes That Talk

There's a man

plays the blues

over on Desire St.

near downtown

and wails his trumpet

way until the ungodly

hours in the morn'

when lovers stroke

hot flames behind

shut doors and the

alley cats dance

in circles around the

block. He plays these

tunes that hit the pit

of the pit of your stomach

and make you think

about death and why

you ought to stick around

a little longer. And

when he's finally hit

that last G flat, you beg

him for just one more.