Summer Heat

A saxophone wails, soft and slow,
heating up the waning summer's evening,
sending out sultry tones
to caress the listening lovers.
The bass player plucks a beat,
deep and low,
throbbing in rhythm,
as the piano man's fingers
slide up and down the scale,
and the singer pleads, incessantly,
in silver alto tones,
and balloons waft lazily
into a star struck sky,
and all around us
lovers fold into each other,
responding to the beat, the wail,
the heat of the band.