day

I leave for work
get in the car
start the engine
put the music on classical.
it's a warm mid-november day.
the birds fly
the traffic rolls along as it always does.
their is rain pouring in some corner of the world
there is a woman reading a newspaper on a bench
but the piano plays on.
like burning fire writing is prolific
it is stupid. stupid.
I listen to a dead man's music
as the world slowly leaves him behind.