Let Love Carry You

New Year’s Eve. 1996

Three different guys called me: 

Harry, Billy, Sam.

But I didn’t want any of them.

I stayed home alone, sat on the couch, 

drank a beer, maybe two?

Right before the ball dropped, 

my phone rang,

and his sweet tenor sax 

came swinging my way,  

across the wire, 

all the way, 

from LA to PA.

From point B to point A, 

he would later say.

I thought, I could marry a man who plays the horn like that, 

and I did.

Let love carry you into the New Year...