To get the drift of this photo,
Think of the relationship between the sax
And the player's mouth as two halves
Of an exclamation point!  What I mean is

Tonight, Dex means business.  Ear mischief.
Let's-tear-DOWN-the-house-and-nobody
(ha!)-forced-you-(ha!)-to-come-here,
DID they?  Think of a warrior's
Narrow sense of duty if you want to envision

His dark suit, or the way a pool hustler
Chalks his cue to understand the way Dex's
Fingers adjust his mouth piece.  What I mean is,
Dexter Gordon's about to take that DEEP breath,

The kind Superman took when he was too lazy
To waste muscle on the bad guys.  A shock of wind,
A WHAT HIT US?  And he could pick them up
Whenever he'd choose.