Saxophone Man

Musicians serve manufactured emotion-

Wholly lost, slaving to shun devotion

For a moment they will see again,

And long range goals are winds

That blow far off in a foreign land-

Harmonized by the Saxophone Man.

Love is starched throughout society’s parts,

Pressed in ideal, unable to touch a Man's heart.

Sisters are familiar with love, they recognize

Love in its disguises and they realize

When love calls, you can’t waste time-

But Men need space, that’s why love is blind.