the disposition blues on a rainy day

I was hiding under umbrella at the bus stop
and watching you frolicsome
skipping over the puddles of the black keys
and accurately landing on the white ones.

(a soft paw)

I stuck out my hand and helplessly
tried to pick some chords
on the strings of the falling rain
with my wet fingers.

(sigh)

my blues became your soundtrack.

(someone on the second floor played on the musical saw)

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