SWEET SU
BY MICHAEL J. WETMORE
Intermission
Living out her name she goes table - to - table
A cosmic momentum captures the room
We are her faithful - and she is ours
But, now
Showtime!
A phalanx of noir notes
A dulcit overtone
A fine blue mesh, and then an explosion!
She sees the sax
She becomes the sax
She is purest Zen
Pity
Kerouac didn't live to hear her
He'd write about her just like Bird and Pres
Maybe he'd say: "So I am in this little place in the mountains in PA, see, and this chick's groovin's sax she got it goin bad, and I'm yellin'... Go! ...Every couple of seconds and God! dont ya know.. I think I'm in love...Wooo...!"
She speaks - and the glow is almost unbearable
We need charisma glasses
But now its that bittersweet time
We, the faithful file out
The ultimate Joy of Sax
Leaves our glass half empty
'Cause that's all for tonite
And half full
'Cause she'll return
The silent streets welcome her
We realize there's been more than a show, a performance
There's been an event,..... a satori
She is the superwoman
The High Empress of Cool
Sweet Su, Sweet Su - Just You
Oh, Man