Saxophone Blues by Bruce Michael Foley

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SAXOPHONE BLUES

for the one, the only, divine Leonard Cohen

your eyes are shades
pulling down neon night,

voice
of velvet tone,
a saxophone, slow, smooth

tender dripping blues, play on

with those fingertips that kill,

make that horn moan, squeal
cry and

groan

play that thing, play on
with lips and tongue

blow baby, blow

no wonder,

you get what you want

this standing ovation, my unending
applause

cape-south-2-001Bruce Michael Foley about Bruce Michael Foley. I was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

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