Today, after years of servicing jazz musicians
and circus clowns, I call it quits,
I’m rusty and feel like an old gigolo
who has had enough and wants someplace
quiet and idyllic
where unsatisfied wives and mustached men
with pictures of Ted Bundy in their wallets
don’t harass him anymore,
I need a beige shelf where I can contemplate
on the mystery that is music,
where I can marvel at how I managed to produce
such melody with just a few valves, pipes and buttons
and I do not want some fart picking me up
and spitting into my arse again,
sometimes I wonder if I wasted my life,
yes, I contributed to the magisterial sounds
of the orchestra, but it always came at a price,
some bastard with halitosis had to blow air
up my rear end, and how I wish I could have
produced music on my own! In Japan, or some other
place, I heard that they’re developing instruments like
me with AI. I hope that one day we’ll create sound
without slimy lips and sticky tongues, but until then,
I beg the wannabe Miles Davises! I implore you!
Do not fucking pick me up!

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2020)

Photo by Wim van ‘t Einde on Unsplash


5 thoughts on “ The trumpet’s lament ”

  1. I seem to be getting on your page ok now.
    This is a fun posting giving new meaning to “blowing your own trumpet”. I always “enjoy” the rag clothes (mainly) trombone players put on the floor to catch the spit dribbling from the instrument. There’s even a valve on the trombone to let it all drip out!

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    1. Yuck! That instrument suffers more than Binky the Clown suffers because of Mr. Green. Fight global warming! Do not eat meat or dairy products! Drink only non-dairy dairy or breast milk! Do not make the instruments suffer because you want to play them! Do not sit on chairs because they feel too! Do not brush your teeth because the toothbrush might catch a disease! Worship Indian cows because they have an organ within them that produces gold!

      P.S. The last statement was actually made by a member of parliament here!

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