For the Man Who Practices His Saxophone In The Apartment Next Door

Ignore the calls and complaints.
Keep practicing Coltrane through the cold city night.
Forget the wind Advisory on the news,
possible flooding on poorly drained streets,
torrential downpours past midnight.
Play your heart out, loud, as if we all knew we had it coming.
Don’t stop for anyone, not the police, your past,
the hand you remember once through your hair.
Forget. Wake us all.
And when you hear the knocking at your door,
Simply play louder, play for me,
pour yourself into the flooded streets of the world.