Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Bio

The Pianist

The Pianist 
I flick through the TV channels. It is football
and football, except on Fox News, but they
are so insane there I rather watch sport. 
I played the picturesque game once as defender
but I grew up and it was at the same time
as I stopped believing in god and that he looked
like the pianists in Alfred´s cafe.
I have often missed the pianist, not long ago I
saw him in Faro, followed him along the promenade 
I fell over a pollard; he helped me up and said: 
“Once and for all I´m not your father.”  
I once saw my father on the bus, he was an enigma
a shell that gave nothing away except being drunk.
 Totally unlike the pianist who wears a beret, alpaca 
jacket and a yellow silk scarf.

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Toquyen Harrell June 21, 2014 at 4:32 PM You'll see Him everywhere :) He could be looking at you right now, lol. Love ya. Jan Oskar Hansen June 24, 2014 at 6:30 AM thank you Toquyen

Barbara Gorelick June 21, 2014 at 1:09 PM Jan, this is outstanding. Not at all what I thought it was going to be when I started reading. Wish your dad wore a yellow silk scarf. As they say, if wishes were gold, we'd all be rich.. BG Jan Oskar Hansen June 24, 2014 at 6:31 AM Thank you Barbara