In the parlor of my dotage
I have a grand piano where
the ghost of Shostakovich
plays 'Chopsticks' every night
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In 1956 April told Henry
her mother had told her
there's a time and a place
for that and the time
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this belle like a feather
floats table to table
bearing menus and water,
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A phone call from anywhere would be nice,
even a call from that clerk at Sears
with an apology for charging that dryer
to my last employer
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The problem is, Priscilla grew up
in a penthouse having parties while
Biff came of age under a bridge
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Chicago, South Side
Late July and I am waiting
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Two big attendants
in white coats are here
to remove my remains.
My son called the mortuary
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They were never one
always two
yet they had five,
adults themselves now,
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Tim Murnane had been lying in bed and staring at the ceiling of his hospital room when a strange woman suddenly walked in. A mature, nice-looking lady, she wasn't a doctor or nurse. She was dressed in her Sunday best- a voluminous skirt, puffy white blouse he could almost see through, and a pill box hat. He hadn't seen a pill box hat on a woman since Jackie Kennedy was in the White House back when he was a young man. This woman, however, was carrying a Bible, not an elegant purse.
'Mr. Murnane, my name is Ophelia Barnes and I wonder if you might be willing to give me a few minutes of your time. I understand you recently had an operation.'
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I know that if I ever
fall in the street
the way that man did,
in the middle of an intersection,
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