As The Keys B A N G E D …. …..[humor; Fiction; Medium Length; Noisy Neighbor] Poem by Bri Edwards

Have you ever had this horrid ordeal:
listening to a learning-musician feel …
his or her way through a new selection, ]
striving every H O U R to reach music-perfection?

Tonight, as dusk became a quiet eve,
the stillness was shattered. I began to grieve ….
the loss of my usually-precious ….solitude ….
as the neighbor banged keys ….with no interlude.

Piano keys that is. [At least it wasn't accordion! ]
Damn. It was like trying to loosen a knot, ‘Gordian'.

At work all day, a long drive home, my time to write.
But W H O could write on a ‘piano key-banging night'? !

In desperation I grabbed the Television remote;
I watched reruns of Bonanza, and Love Boat,
but I could only stand an hour of that.
I'd have taken a walk, but it was raining. Drat!

I tried thumping my apartment ceiling with a broom,
but my overhead neighbor was half-deaf and the piano did boom …..
with incorrect notes, half of which were out of tune.
The racket had better end! It had better end S O O N!

Another fifteen minutes elapsed; I grabbed my phone.
When I'd moved here I thought I'd live all alone ….
to browse PoemHunter and write a few rhymes.
I'd call the police; I'd done it before, ‘bout ten times.

B U T each time I called I got the same answer:
"Buddy, go out to a bar, and/or get a lap dancer.
We've got burglars, drunk drivers; you D O N ‘T want to know!
We wish we could help, but we're too busy, soooooo ….
try a Valium or two, or go for a walk. (Oh, it's raining.)
But we're too B U SY to bother, as I was just explaining."

With that, the "public servant" cut our connection.
If he'd been a politician i‘d vote against him, in next election.!
I was nearly at my wit's end, and my earplugs were missing.
Another quiet evening at home I found myself kissing …..
goodbye.

(August 17, 2015) dedicated on dec.25 my local police dept.