30 July 2013

saxy songs

I never knew the way
to Baker Street or
San Jose or any of those 
too hip to show your hand
hang outs

captured by the wail
down paths wide 
and slow
or up narrow, fast 

calling me home and
pulling me back
to dark streets
alleys, drawn
with magnet force
to the wild side

sax cries hot sweat, 
passion drips
into veins throbbing to
live here now

hanging out with the poets today

also adding to the poetic strains of rock and roll at tweetspeak poetry

 

7 comments:

Brian Miller said...

love the musical close...sax cries...the bit of jazz calling you down the alley...there is a bit more reality in those places than in the too cool hang outs...

Mary said...

Ha, I never knew the 'way to San Jose' either in the days when it mattered....but I always knew that, one way or another, rock & roll lived.

Mystic_Mom said...

Nicely done. Love the closing words.

Claudia said...

as a sax player, this hit me right into the heart...ha.. baker street...smiles... i'm all for the down to earth places - they seem to be more real

Dana Dampier said...

I love, love, love that last stanza! Awesome poem!

Kate Mia said...

I remember the allure of Baker Street when graduating from high school seeing the big city I never say seeing now fully I did not miss anything for me. Thanks for the memories...love ya friend!

Denise said...

Enjoyed this.

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