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!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
