Jamming with a saxophone

we climbed upstairs on the overtones
two magpies marbled outside the room
you took a stray horn that the sun had blown
jumped on a jam for the afternoon

it was Armstrong and Ellington that you played
and the shifting harmonies of Billy’s tunes
those chords gave orders and you obeyed
the music floated like a huge balloon

as the maggies scatted on the lines you made –
poetry in music – music in a poem –
till they picked up the blues and flew away
so we slid downstairs on a trombone’s groan

I hold some things – though memory frays –
like magpies jamming with a saxophone

Hazel SS Hall

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