I miss you, Sax

On a street corner in Virginia,

There is man who will chase you

Away from corners

Where you beg for money,

So he can write love songs for random strangers.

He plays all day without an audience at first

Because his music is not composed for sitting down.

It flows with the packed street of Virginia

Smooth, like the waves of the beach it coats the air

In audible notes that tell more of a story than

I could ever tell, with my silly notes

With words thrown like darts,

Trying to create an image

That is created instantly when he puts his lips

To that sax.