blog du Figurative Fun . . .
Mood:  on fire
All was motion as he blew hard into the horn
Bwwaaaap! Tweeeerp, Squeedilee, Do Da Dap
Thunderclaps and raindrops of storming notes
Cascading over my head, rushing and running
down my body dribbling into my ears, down
down into the recesses, nooks and crannies
Of my reptilian brain, Take cover and delight
The do waps, du vas, do be do bees of melodie
And crazy happenin? out-o-sight wall of sounds.
Dum dum da dum, chink a chink, spang -a- lang,
The thunder of the drums booted him in the butt
Go man Go, Go sky Go, pour your heart out baby,
Cry and wail and go go go Screeeaaammmming
And Jamming and Playing that stuff so hot and cool.
Makes me wanna drink it all up, drink in more, fill up
To the top, Over the top, I gotta say It?s too much, baby.

Sweat drops poured off his head, the horn in his hand
Drooled out of the bell the aspiration of his breaths
That had blown those notes so hard the sky cracked.
But don?t give me no umbrella, OK, coz it?s all good.