Come Music Man

there have been lots of invitations
for you to become a part of my jazz
to allow your saxophone to bellow
its smoky notes under my bridge
where wild scents and graffiti art live

come stroke your piano keys
in the center of my music
where my alto sound sings out
to your tenor tenderness

let me be the country inside your blues
for i am a single melancholy song
an imperfect chord strum on a bass guitar
searching for the rugged hands of a god