Grounder
I pedal a bike as old as a memory,
To a time when I was as the wind
When I coasted down a summer lane
I pedal along a sandy diamond,
Where young boys play ball
I hear the crack of a bat
I wave eternal dust from my eyes,
I taste chalky clouds on my lips
We boys run hard along base lines
Throw a ball from outside
Field grounders
Argue over fouls, balls and strikes, safe or out
A hero climbs a pitcher's mound
Wheels go by
When twilight comes, the ball is hidden by the sky
The muscles are worn
We boys pedal our bikes,
The gloves hang over handle bars
The strongest rests the bat atop his shoulder
In the weary race against darkness we ride home
Tomorrow is another game against time
And I wonder sometimes what is the fate of those lives
Like shifting gears of a boy's bike
Years go by

Brahms
I'll meet you outside Symphony Hall
Where the violins play
Where a prodigy touches white keys
Where a conductor dances batons as sharp as needles
Where silver haired men in bespoke suits carry front row tickets and lead the hands of mink draped women in strapless dresses
Where they huddle, then move through open oak doors nearly as old as the day Mozart slumped into a pauper's grave
I'll meet you outside Symphony Hall
But in the hours past the evening performance
When the paupers come out of their graves
I'll meet you by the musicians' entrance
I got your call
You're a junkie now,
Since Julliard, when they said you were the next Stern
When you raised the soul of Brahms with your violin
When you stuck pathway needles of melted white junk into your veins
I'll meet you outside Symphony Hall, again
This time is different, again
When you'll give up the junk, again
Get off the streets
Start to play once more
You just need one more fix, you need money and sugared sweets
I'll meet you by the musicians' entrance
And give you the money, give away the strung out sweets and listen to your beggared story
Because, why?
Because I hear the crying souls of Brahms and Stern in your last, dying voice, again.

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