The quartet
of course is playing for supper –
but the strings were on key,
the voices strained to please
with some Spanish ballads
upon request in this restaurant
passing itself off as authentic Japanese:
But when the melody glided into a corner
of his heart’s gallery,
he thought the night air was just weatherly
for a walkabout –
A perfect way
to ruin an imperfect day

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