Saxophone Love

the first time i heard jazz
city lights played from a credenza radio
i was wooed by the saxophone
and the blues guitar stole my heart
the first time i felt betrayed by an adult
you taught me to use scissors
watched me cut the cord to the phone
mom talked on in the kitchen
she came to bring the pain
you laid on the sofa
and i climbed behind your legs
hoping you would be my defence
instead you said
you couldn’t help me
the first time i was proud to be irish
you told me the story of a man who
stole cows to feed the block
took lives to avenge his own
ran monroe with a lumber company
gave you a last name
and me a grandmother