Sidemen crouch in stairwells.
Waiting to make their move.
Microphones hiss.
Like snakes on the take.
Parker crushes his smoke and
Raises the Horn.
This is a Gig Baby and the liquor is Top Shelf.
Remember that time when he played the Grafton?
It was plastic but his reeds were Ricos shaved pussy thin and he blew us all away.
Those were the years of the Arm and the Needle.
When the lights were low and it was all Chalameau and any
God would drop their drawers for a taste of that
Junk Dope Smack Shit.
They are Gentle and Kind and sleep between sets like infants.
First published by The Rye Whiskey Review
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