Bobby’s Saxophone (Honoring Bobby Rockwell III) 

From the Album Troubadour

Swirling prisms of light from my window
At dawn the coyote calls
Across satin sheets that go laughing
Through your saxophone

Like thunder that wails into the jails
Back onto the streets
Where faces grow lean from the machinery
That rumbles deep

Bobby, you play like a man
Who has been chained
Told that he is now free
While I’m caught inside of an April Fantasy

Too poor to afford the things you deserve
Too many nights of low pay
Smoke filled bar rooms waiting to hear
What you have to say

Into the reeds you let out a scream
Like Howling Wolf in the night
December snow; meteor showers
Against the headlights

That go drifting down the freeway
While the bass slides
Against the guitar strings that bend
Out a mournful cry

Bobby you play traditions of change
From the galaxies
Silently waiting for your
Saxophone to scream

Words & Music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long 1992 | BMI

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