When I was young..
I loved the trombone...
it's beautifully crafted horn
fed by long elegant tubing...
I loved the feel of it...
the caress of warm steel
against my cheek...
my lips placed gently
on the mouthpiece...
feeling the vibrations
down deep in the pit of my
....soul.
And working the slide in and out...
bass notes and treble all in one...
my hands gripping loosely
the shaft, as if guiding it
to places it hadn't seen...
and didn't need to see...
it was all in the feeling...
the auditory explosion of passion...
bringing it deep into my mouth,
then letting it slip between my teeth...
a glorious moan of ecstasy...
I loved the trombone...
and no one plays the bone...
like I play the bone.
Coach Roth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trombonist/
