Reed Connection
Cat dogs it on soprano;
he's got chops I've never even dreamed of.
Gig doesn't pay much
but they let him play what he likes.
He's livin the life
I'm sittin here groovin
cause I just can't help myself.
Cat ends the song with a flourish
a modal cascade of notes.
I clap loudly, erratically.
He's living the life
and I smile crookedly.
Cat picks up a tenor
out comes Naima
pure, sweet, straight
and all my bitterness drops away
overcome by beauty.
Copyright 1995 by Frank Brown