3 AM Piano

Would that I could
play words with
the skill of the
3 AM piano player,
playing softly for the patrons,
bringing peace to
the booze-hounds, the travelers,
and the lonely,
when home is a dream.

But it feels like
a blues song
up in here,
one of those
soft jazzy numbers,
piano keys softly pressed
into the melancholy
refrain of breathing
day to day.

The tired, sweet strains
of a piano player
who’s played too long
without a break,
each moment a chore
to get through,
but each moment bringing
beauty into being.


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