2 AM

playing from the rooftop of his building
his sacred space
’round 2 am usually on a friday night when his demons came out to play
he escapes them by losing himself in his tenor sax

the notes clad in the dark of night floating through urban canyons
nobody knew where it was coming from
nobody cared

night time audience
with their windows flung open
with demons of their own

PR

10/14/15

For OctPoWriMo