night poem #2, January 4, 2018


Who plays that piano

This late at night

Somewhere in a room down the hall?

I can’t turn away now

I stand hypnotized

He must know of the old years

And how many moonlit nights

For how many men and women

How slow he plays

Trusting the chords, trusting the song

Not getting in the way

Of what that writer once said so true

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