The Human Comedy: Piano Man
Satire The music man played on. It was the third hour of his fifth set on the fourth night of the cruise. At dawn they would dock, and by 4 p.m. they’d set sail...
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The Practice Room
Poem The door is thick, at least two inches but it won’t muffle the sound. It closes on this small place, the white paint peeling, the graffiti of distracted musicians fading from the walls. I...
