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The Sax Man There he sat with a sax in his hand The best saxophone player in the land The crowd had gathered as he had planned No one could stop him 'cause he's the sax man. Powering on with an inventive soul Yet he was a slave to that rock 'n roll Fired from his job – now found in a hole Earning his money in a small glass bowl. The subway passed as the clock struck five But no one could leave 'cause they were alive Swarming around him like bees in a hive The people had nested and there would thrive. But then like a mean wolf a cop came along He asked him kindly "stop playing that song!" He told him to leave, he'd been the