discovering an old talent
i am drunk
i play the piano in
a manhattan steakhouse
i think i am great
but i am probably
playing badly.
the look on the faces
of the nervous
south american
waiters
confirms this.
then dan comes over
and quietly removes me
from the steinway.
he takes me back
to my seat
where i find
a beer, a scotch,
and a glass of absinthe
waiting.
i take a pull on each
suddenly remembering
what it is
that i really do
so well.
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