the city never sleeps
A second chair trumpeter, late for a seventy-five greenbacks 'til four in the morning Woodchopper's Ball, in full tux with loosened bow tie resembling a new year's eve streamer, is frantic at The Arno's Hardware Store aisle of toilet plungers, unscrewing wooden handles, looking for a perfect fitted mute, trying to find the best muffled sound with short two-note toots that draws that musical finesse demanding hardware crowd of curious on lookers, and finally satisfied, breezes past a part-time checkout girl wearing a plastic name tag of 'Bud' pinned above her left breast, lost in dreams of a capella days, forgetting to pay, out into the cold night with a self-satisfied wah-waaaaah! echoing all the way to the illuminated dance hall...
4:03AM
Arrested: misdemeanor shoplifting.
Fingerprinted.
Perplexed mugshot, with elegant bow tie.
posted by phil at 9:27 PM
11 Comments:
Since my son is a trumpeter, I really enjoyed your Magpie.
Should he remain mute about stealing the mute?
Waaah-waaaaah. Nice one, Phil. At least it was a clean, new plunger.
Lost in dreams of acapella days .. my favorite line, Phil! Ah, yes.
Nice of the police to let him finish the job before picking him up. Wouldn't want to waste the plunger!
forgetting to pay, out into the cold night with a self-satisfied wah-waaaaah! echoing all the way to the illuminated dance hall...
I loved this!
ooops? all in the name of art!
A very good, long sentence..you're piece, of course..hope your trumpeter got a lesser sentence!!This is sooo good!!
Quirky and original.
I love this unusual piece - it sings!
A great picture! I like the way it runs along without periods (full stops!), like an improvised solo part by a jazz . . . er . . . trumpet player?
'lost in dreams of a capella days' ... exquisite line. The whole piece trumpets to the perfect fanfare.
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