The alto-sax ad-libs in C
and masters the ecology
of tone. Its tempo’s held in place
by hi-hat rudiments. The bass
plucks through an ostinato, keys,
and horns fill in the harmonies.
A stutter from the drums and suddenly
the rhythm section takes the melody.
The alto hunkers down and simplifies
as if unsure of where to place its feet.
Its sudden static pulse intensifies
in contrast to an unfamiliar beat.
She plays a tune we know but cannot name,
familiar but somehow not the same.
Fred Sardo