Wednesday, September 9, 2020
As the wind blows, so do I.
From a studio beneath these writing tries.
A note, B note, all three up top, G note.
Do this long enough I’ll play into my bank account, C notes.
Sounds beautiful and you ain’t gotta agree tho’…
Just watch post pandemic when I’m blowing easy flows.
From sax lessons at Tubman, & at the church teaching me said notes.
Blow it like I know it.
Amateur days, own it.
Squeaky sounds so soon profound.
From a corner near you as others drop their change—WOW!
Am not homeless just passion blessed—tadow!
Masego inspired and FKJ transpired.
What that means—these beasts are blowing machines.
Aiding a melody I had no idea how to string.
It sounds so clean and soon you’ll agree.
How so? I’ll blow so.
Like Kenny G, somehow I’ll catch bro’…
Just as I did blowing random keys.
And in between writing words at ease.