Saxophone Ringing In My Ear

There is a lonely saxaphone

playing in my head on a loop.

Echoing as the steps on the concrete

and the smoke drowning out the smell of the city fill all of my sinuses.

It plays in my head wherever and ever I go.

It’s not as cool as it sounds.

And the pills dont make it stop.

Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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