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Blues in the Night: A Rondeau

By Elaine Zentner

Blues in the Night: A Rondeau

Yeah, Black Bobby plays the sax. In the park
People peer around corners in the dark
To see the man who bleeds the blues at night.
The gnash of his notes rip like a birthright.
Black Bobby can play the sax like a shark.

Mad Mary twirls her skirts beneath the arc
Of the street light. She longs to be the spark
That Black Bobby gets when his horn is tight.
Yeah, Black Bobby plays the sax.

Black Bobby becomes a local monarch.
Everyone hungers to see his soul stark
Naked while he performs to their delight,
His sax blaring like a rattlesnake bite.
A forsaken man, blues his last remark.
Yeah, Black Bobby plays the sax.






Article © Elaine Zentner. All rights reserved.
Published on 2020-03-16
Image(s) are public domain.
2 Reader Comments
Gary Stream
03/17/2020
10:32:44 PM
You paint a fantastic picture! Love it.
Anonymous
03/18/2020
02:18:24 AM
I love it! Sinister and sexual at the same time. I'm interested in reading more by this poet.
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