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[Listen
to readings of these poems.]
No Requests Until
No requests
Until
you buy me a drink,
My glass is empty and I'm out of cigarettes,
You, unaware of my shoulder ache,
Or my personal struggles,
But you love the way I make
This grand piano sing for you.
Gershwin? Not a problem,
A regular in my well-rehearsed repertoire.
Something jazzy? Coming up,
I'll make your fingers snap and your feet tap.
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Had a bad day?
I can ease the tension of a bad day,
For you, something touching,
With a tone dark like the syrah
You just placed on my piano,
Because you know I drink red,
And you know that dark works for me today,
And you know,
I don't play requests,
Until you buy me a drink.
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