Sober And Learned Poem by RIC BASTASA

so it is like playing
the piano without looking
at a book of notes

the fingers keep playing
and the music keeps its own pacing
like both are dancing the
tango together

there is no place for a sigh
in this place of revelry
all you see are the hands lifting
their glasses
foaming beer and loud music
and souls coming out from their
bodies
wandering in those smokes and
dancing to the wild beats of
the music

the way to lose and then finds
ourselves back
sober and learned.