Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

He Was Crass Rude and Loud But

Disliked him instantly
He smelled of cigarette smoke
He was crass and rude and loud
He winked at me making me mad

Then he sat down at the piano
And showed the world what a maestro
can do; he played with the aid of angels
Faeries danced and elves wept

My traitorous feet began to dance
The whole room was swinging and swaying
He winked at several others.
His winking was part of his charisma
He was the puppet master.

My partner and I danced the whole set.
We bought him a beer. We told him how good he was.
He winked at me, and I was no longer insulted.
For he was magnetic, and his playfulness was a joy to behold.

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Ann Gilmour January 12, 2020 at 3:44 AM Wow, that pianist was truly sent from another place. I recently had the pleasure of witnessing a genius at a grand piano. His long graceful fingers brought the notes alive as they played Rachmaninoff's piano concerto number 2. I can still feel tingles of sheer joy each time I recollect. I love your poem Caren. With kindest thoughts Ann Caren Krutsinger January 12, 2020 at 12:56 PM I am no musician, but I recognize and revere those who are.