Piano man
lifts his coattails
and takes his seat at baby grand.
A push of the pedals
an Captain Fantastic's handsome hands
deliver melodies I grew up with.
Here, my heart vibrates.
Mom let me hold my ticket,
Dad lets me stand on my chair,
so I could see those glittery platforms
and silk suits, the shades of sunsets.
Now, my teeth on edge,
a tasteless tongue.
The chorus penetrates all of me.
We have shared years together,
more than twenty.
Songs wrap around me:
my blanket.
I stand and clap until my hands sting with praise.
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