DAY 29. POEM 29: CAVALLERIA RUSTICANA

Wheeling pianos out of
the conservatory

casual as (you please)
a lawyer brings home briefs.

Upright, spinet, a baby grand
every once in a blue moon:

a different one for every
different woman in my life.

The guard absentmindedly
nodding and smiling,

listening to a paranormal
call-in radio show,

reading a two-day
old newspaper.

When I'm really feeling
adventurous and blue

I keep a copy of "Moon River"
open on the lid.