To The Drunk At The Piano

Jan 24

To the drunk at the piano

We are listening to you

For we saw you stagger to the keys at midnight

Your eyes are tunnels to the past

Your mind forever looking back

To sort between the good turns and the bad ones

And as you sing a ballad to the only one you loved

I wondered if you did all that you should

So sing on, oh sing on, sorry one, sorry one

For your sorry song now falls on sorry ears

Stagger home, stagger home, weary one, oh weary one

Dispose of your regrets and face your fears

Oh, the drunk at the piano

As you played an interlude with no rhythm and no tune

I think I finally saw; I understood

Life is not rehearsed like songs, and no one writes the perfect one

We cannot write the past—only the next things

So leave your cigarettes and bottles, and let’s start again

They can never love you like you love them

Nightbirde

Jane Marczewski

The End