the old man and his saxophone

There is an old man who stands on the street outside my office sometimes and plays his saxophone all day long. His songs are usually slow and melancholy--they make you just want to cry. Sometimes I step outside just so I can stand there listen to him and feel the sun on my face.

Today, on my way to the park for lunch I was greeted with a pleasant surprise, there was the little old saxophone man dancing and playing a jazzy, joyful tune.

I wonder what he had for breakfast.

I need to get me some of that.