The first golden leaf of autumn

      nested uneasily at my feet

I sang to the glow

      of streetlights

      and the crickets in the night,

begging for a smile ---

I composed medlies

      of lovely symphonies,

      (Even learned a new tongue)

Lady luck’s heels

then crushed my leaf

And stole my saxophone

      her laughter chimed in

my mind and

charmed the sunrise

How dare I disturb the night

serenading the past?