Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Poem of the day 08.12.08

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
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
i take a pull on each
suddenly remembering
what it is
that i really do
so well.

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