Boogie Woogie Jazz Band

Once again memory sneaks in and makes me write...

Apparently you don't have to be named "Bones"
or know how to play an instrument to enjoy the music down there.
I had an hour to kill,
so I sat on the dirty sidewalk
on a hot summer day
and dropped a few dollar bills
in a worn and scuffed plastic pail.

Emily and Monica were wandering
the shops at Jackson's Brewery,
looking for gifts for me.
I was nursing a rapidly warming
'world's biggest beer'
while listening to soulful sounds
from an out-of-tune saxophone,
with a duct tape neck strap.

It may have been the alcohol,
or too much sun,
but I was ready to dance,
as if the lone grizzled man
playing "The Dixie Trot"
was a boogie woogie jazz band.

Monica and Emily wandered over
arms filled with bags and hugs.
"Ready to go get something to eat?"
I skipped down the street
to Tujagues with songs in my head and heart.