(piano I)

i write your name in
the dust
but i’ve lost the sheets
the paper strength

my heart feels for
ivory vibrations
little liqueur glasses
after dinner talk
and rushing out
the door…
the room is 3 years silent
i stand a character
at the series end of a
great TV show looking back
on it all
– i grin
lift up the lid
and brush the keys teeth
realize the memories
don’t bite but the
past is the past
and life is backed up
on the sidewalks

life was good
simple
timing is right
it neither slows
nor rushes
4 on 4
3 to the 4
or quarter to the supper hour
your name will be rewritten
remembered
i will dance on all
the sounds
waiting on you
old man with two hands
brushing down, waving
away at old father time

-old man waving hello at me…..