Nov 2013
After the painting by Dana Schutz
Notice the lid’s up on my piano,
to keep the strings dry.
Instead of a pool on the shiny black
hood the water just slides away.
It rains blue rain
here on the prairie,
big clouds, blue rain
coming down in arrows.
My hair’s a mess,
but I don’t care
bare-foot pianist me,
firm fingers on the keys,
you see I’m playing
Frederic Rzewski’s
Winnsboro Blues,
those **** Cottonmill Blues,
Oh Lordy,
You know and I know,
I don’t have to tell,
Work for Tom Watson,
Got to work like hell.
*For James who likes his poetry with music
Notice the lid’s up on my piano,
to keep the strings dry.
Instead of a pool on the shiny black
hood the water just slides away.
It rains blue rain
here on the prairie,
big clouds, blue rain
coming down in arrows.
My hair’s a mess,
but I don’t care
bare-foot pianist me,
firm fingers on the keys,
you see I’m playing
Frederic Rzewski’s
Winnsboro Blues,
those **** Cottonmill Blues,
Oh Lordy,
You know and I know,
I don’t have to tell,
Work for Tom Watson,
Got to work like hell.
*For James who likes his poetry with music
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68zSOyO1PG8
