sideman…

sideman

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

musician for hire…

musician for hire

a young socialite
hissed
some
indistinguishable comments
as he passed
the brown bag prophet
who smiled
and
said
this ain’t no
permanent gig
you’re only
a part-time sideman
playing a cheap horn
in a band
destined
to play
during the dining hour
with
water glasses
clinking
and
spoons
dropping
masking out
every note
you play
child
you and gabriel
have
nothing
in common