The Lonely Piano

Everyone is podded off Sipping, slipping into chill-consciousness Blue Note-certified musings drip From the tongues and lips Busy, chewing the amplified air The waitress saunters Occasionally brushing up Against the black-lacquered stallion Resting quiet Mums the word It's ivory asleep Begging to be woken The 523p light Provoked by a late Spring day Zings this tacit creature Who yearns to be struck and tickled By the next master Who may dive deep and wide Or simply sing and sling their heart Above the ivory sway and fray Oh the pleasant possibilities That lie among incorrigible strings Pedals pumping soft and purposeful When sunshine arrives to take a ride But for now It waits Soaking in ambient sound Under a blanket of muteness And subtle anticipation For the muse or drunk to arrive And scratch it's belly To bellow, explode The aural incantations Begging to ascend. (5/11/17)