Classics Buff
Someone is probably doing an aria,
that labored shrill fit for the opera.
Another soul croons a lilting lullaby,
oohs and aahs rising up to the sky.
Undoubtedly that's a loud trombone,
solidly played, a no-nonsense boom.
Surely I hear a lone trumpet blowing,
pfffttt, that unmistakable errie sound.
A lush symphony of timeless sounds
enlivening my mid-morning rounds.
A poor cleaner-turned-classics buff,
making a living in a public restroom!
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2008
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