the smell of homeA Poem by Ross Davison
i was playing
this up right piano.
the ringing true
the reverb one, pedal right,
vibrating ,
and
the slight off tune
gives it the harmonizing
old
smokey saloon depth.
i met this woman,
once,
twice, no, not three times a lady,
at first, and always ringing,
like the off tune yet …
you sound like the old
favorite un-tuned piano i took into my
home(soul)
and never practiced
but the same
old song
forever made me the
favorite
to my mom,
grandparents,
thanksgiving day,
and even George Winston isn’t as impressive,
nor Keith Jarrett, Herbie Hancock,
as I,
playing my lovely,
upright,
you sound like
my lovely
song
my
favorite
sound.
© 2008 Ross DavisonReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorRoss DavisonNew Bedford, MAAboutBorn on Cape Cod, and transported from school to school, I began writing at 15. Twisting the way the words layed on the paper, spreading them out to accentuate pauses or connections. I've been publi.. more..Writing
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