It only took one measure
To become the color
Of a fuchsia swing
The conference of notes
Non synthetic
Like a Bukowski poem
Fingers long and lean
Playing with fluidity
His mouth perfectly formed
To blow
On his 1956 saxophone
It reaches the ivories
With an abstract
Point of view
A Dali painting
Surrealistic
A conjugal visit
Between piano and horn
Africa speaking from
Long time borrowed seeds
Jazz
A love story
