i don’t remember the year
but do remember the place
where mr kenney ‘g’ played
his saxophone to me
at the state fair i sat
in the bleachers all alone
as he entered to the right
of main stage in sight
i watched the crowds
surround him as he slowly
walked toward the back of
front aisle seats clad
in skinny jeans and shirt
curly hair about his head                                                       Goggle Image
as alto sax notes poured                                                          Kenny “G”
each melody easily scored
he reached where i was
mesmerized listening rapt
to stand and look up at me
playing to where i sat
it seemed forever he played
before he finally moved on
the day mr kenny ‘g’ graced
my life in alto song
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub at at http://dversepoets.com/sense-of-place/
It was a surpise to go and see Kenny “G” that year, as my husband (when I was married) bought the tickets without my knowing, and for this wonderfully gifted artist and musician to stop in front of those bleachers and look up to me and continue to play…well, that was a once in a lifetime thing and will never happen again.
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