Most people here
make music. Write songs too. Play
an instrument. With a band
or without one. Making music
a way of life. Day jobs aside.
There is always music.
I played perfunctory piano
as a child. Chopin, scales,
what my stern piano teacher required.
He had a number 2 pencil at the ready.
He’d make notes, and I would
awkwardly touch the keys of the big piano
in our living room.
Now that I’ve heard so much music
all week, on the corner, in the store,
in a perfect diner last night called Browns
where Paulette and Duane played DUETTEs,
now though, I’ll write a song.
Maybe even today.