Still In Central Park Poem by Patrick Keenan

It's been a good day for saxophones
and for saxophonists

The air just muggy enough
for their notes to hang
high and long

The first was in an underpass
there the echo was
tenor strong as one strode by

The second on a winding path
a circular breath
of hard bop exhilarating

The third-an alto- at the park entrance
was in a band
with drums, guitar & stand-up bass

All of 'em looking way too young
to be blowing the old blues away
the way they were