The Pianist
Date: Saturday, 1st August 2009 @ 04:12:42 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: dirk-velvet
I Was In A Salvation Army Store.
... Just Kicking Around.
The Girl Working Behind The Counter Had
Blue Hair And Blue Eyes.
She Was This Cute Pixie Punk.
As She Leaned Over ... To Pick Up Some Boxes
... ... Her Tattoo Was Shown.
She Smiled At Me. ... ... ...
At That Time This Guy Starts Playing The
$25 Piano.
It Was Out Of Tune ... And Missing Some Keys.
He Played Chopin. Nocturne #2 In E Flat Major.
Soon Everyone In The Store Was By Him.
Listening Quietly.
The Girl Behind The Counter Was There Too.
Smiling To Him. ... ... A Longer Smile.
Nothing ... Beats A Pianist.
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