piano man

Shuffling along he spouts music theory
To a bus of obviously uninterested people
But the piano man plays on
A horrid stinch of a hard life and alcohol pour from every key
The women beside him slurs her words but malice can be felt
it's clear their history
He has led her to the bottom and her anger holds her there relentlessly
He patronizes her with old bible scriptures of the nativity story
She spits and raises her cane as if to strike him in disgust
She has fallen into womens historic problem
Believing in the brillance of a man to her demise hoping desperately he will fullfill his promises
In the end nothing but pain has come to furition
The piano man plays on seeming not to notice
Concrete wisdom that now without status falls on deaf ears
A rambling bafoon
To be chastized like a dog for the rest of his life