Mine is the voice more profound
the horns sob,
more stern while the saxophones celebrate.
Among the machines of music
that blisters fingers and renders hands raw.
Who masters me is quiet about
and encouraging one, the counsellor.
Is my large brown body feminine?
In cries and whims well
hold me close
and dance, and be my partner for life.
its not begun,
to tell the truth, till the fat ladys sung.
a gallery of bassists in The Improvised
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