The Perfect Ride

The sugar sweet sound of notes half spoken
Fight to break free from the muted man’s grasp.
Transient yet complete they
Linger and mix with the smoky blanket hanging over the crowd
And the tinkling clitter clatter of silver on ceramic.

Phrase after eloquent phrase
Spoken in the baritone timbre of the Big Sur seal
Lumber from the heavy smooth lips
Of the golden toned saxophone
Lonely and longing the perfect ride.

The man with eighty five fingers speaks.

Now three souls caught alive,
Apart but together
Seek the path of the perfect improviso,
Their minds and bodies
An intertwining melodic action reaction.

A sea of half closed eyes
Chew the notes slowly,
Savoring the emotion
Like the most tender cut of steak.

by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater