Saturday, April 24, 2021

Saxophone Heaven by Charlie Robert

Sidemen crouch in stairwells.
Waiting to make their move.
Microphones hiss.
Like snakes on the take.
Parker crushes his smoke and 
Raises the Horn.
This is a Gig Baby and the liquor is Top Shelf.
Remember that time when he played the Grafton?
It was plastic but his reeds were Ricos shaved pussy thin and he blew us all away.
Those were the years of the Arm and the Needle.
When the lights were low and it was all Chalameau and any
God would drop their drawers for a taste of that 
Junk Dope Smack Shit.

They are Gentle and Kind and sleep between sets like infants.




Charlie Robert is a writer living in Silicon Valley. His work is Punchy. Stark. Filled with creatures close to the earth. He has been published in various Literary Journals and Anthologies and currently is working on new collections of original poems and chapbooks


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