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Solo Sax

She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed
She was a mean saxophone player
Her controlled notes lazily flowing
Around that club room and bar
No restrictions on their going
As she slid them near and far
Wrapping them around and through
Each knowing receiving head
Notes that oh so sly could do
Miracles to stir and wake the dead

Her eyes were closed so softly tight
Legs akimbo astride that stage
Speared by that one spotlight
Playing a maturity beyond her age

You could feel for just a little
A jazz epic in the build
By a talent  more than brittle
As not a note was spilled
Then as the spotlight shifted
She stepped back into the band
And the standard she had lifted
Slipped back in to the bland
She stood there almost unnoticed
One component of a musical layer
Until her riff came and showed
She was a mean saxophone player








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