Beneath the city's neon glow,
A saxophone whispers, sweet and low.
Jazz notes flutter in the midnight air,
A rhythmic tale, beyond compare.
The saxophone, a golden thread,
Weaves stories untold, a soulful spread.
In smoky clubs, where shadows sway,
The saxophone paints the night away.
Moonlight dances on polished brass,
As the jazzman's fingers gently trespass.
Notes ascend like a secret prayer,
A saxophone serenade in the cool night air.
The city's heartbeat, a syncopated rhyme,
Echoes through the streets, lost in time.
Saxophone wails, a bluesy cry,
Underneath the starlit urban sky.
In the jazzman's world, time suspends,
As improvisation never truly ends.
A saxophone's lament, a joyous plea,
Echoes through the city's heart, wild and free.
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Mason Darnielle
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