"Hey, somebody hit the light switch! Turn it back on!"..........
Meaux Jeaux's base keeps the beat like your ear on the chest of your lover.
Her eyes are closed anyway.... The other strings go silent like marathon runners
quitting the race early but still on their knees and still moving ..... Ruby
and everybody else is thinking Ky's words were written for them. She'll ask
him later....he'll just smile.
yells as he hits the fire alarm and goes out the private side door and come up
thru the BolaMan's shop... and onto the street...|
Immigration dudes feel around till they find the light switch........
...then the moody horn of Orleans starts to ricochet from one wall to the next
and off the ceiling like a billiard ball in slow motion and everybody started
listening like the first time they put on earphones...."yeah man, Orleans,
go man!" .....Orleans is thinking about the floating bodies and dehydrated
delirious people crowding around him at the Convention Center and wondering
how many people he knows are dead because Bush hired his Arabian horse lawyer
buddy to head FEMA. Orleans is oblivious to the two big black brothers telling
the gun toting crack heads "I'll kill you and your mother if you even touch
his sax." The sound is twisted, healing and soothing at the same time.....