Disclaimer: I don't own any cowboy bepop stuff but keep your hands offa Vicious girls (…. and boys…..)! He is all mine!
Rating: PG (stuff MAY happen in part II if some people would care to persuade me if not, I'll keep it clean)
Mr. Saxophone
The saxophone's soothing sound fills the room of relaxing souls. Some watching, some weeping, as Mr. Saxophone plays his heart.
Eyes closed, ears open, just listening to such music, such passion. There is not a word to describe the feeling you here that very moment as you enter the cold dim-lit bar.
Then Mr. Saxophone engulfs your body and fills your soul.
As Mr. Saxophone plays, a beauty enters the bar. He turns his heads as she turns hers and the music hits her ears.
She sits wanting to hear more, he plays wanting her to stay close.
When the song comes to an end Beauty prepares to leave. She finds a coat around her shoulders and she turns to se him, Mr. Saxophone by her side and his brief case by her thigh.
I'm not done but I'll get back to it later if anyone's interested. And I need some more ideas for the next poem's chapie! RR for me thanks!