dragging their stacked suitcases with entitled boredom?
Any normal person would stop dead in their tracks
marvel at overlapping ripples of sound
breathe it in as sustenance
feel the dissonance in the cells
jazz to the relentless parallel progressions of major 6th and 7ths
extravagantly gobbling up the keyboard
as if there are only a few more moments of the year
to pack in all the available percussion before it’s too late.
I’m a supremely appreciative audience of one
riveted to the hotel upholstered lobby chair
gorging myself on piano calories
and I am happy.