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I'm not a hipster, but my camera is.
A strolling pianist, giving his hands a rest.
I love a man in a suit.
Hello, friend.
Bonjour Julie (1971) by Joan Mitchell
Square or round?
Stood head and shoulders above the rest.
Living room as downtown store front.
Voyeurism made easy.
The show opens in three days...
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
You really do have too many talents for one person.
Posted by: Bert | March 13, 2012 at 01:43 PM
is that a dog we are "voyeuring" hidden in the shadows on the stairway landing??
or...she/he could be voyeuring us i guess - very hitchcockian...and who absconded with the sheet music that was on the piano...getting more suspect/mysterious the longer i look...
Posted by: bill | March 13, 2012 at 04:09 PM
YES!! The pup was on duty and not too thrilled with my being there so long! He/she did not venture from its post, however.
Posted by: Tynan Davis | March 13, 2012 at 04:30 PM
My name is Chuck and you are voyouring into my private residence. I am surprised that my dog, Mac wasn't against the windows warning you not to get closer. ;)
I am so glad you liked my pad!
Posted by: Chuck Strahan | March 24, 2012 at 08:45 PM
Oh Chuck! I was seriously coveting your loft space! (Yours and Andrew Collins'!) :)
Posted by: Tynan Davis | March 26, 2012 at 02:30 PM