Friday, January 27, 2006


I’m with the piano player.
You’ve seen me now
and then at gigs, haven’t you?
I fetch her a plate from the buffet,
stand in the background,

and I’ve had these hesitation blues
far too long. Oh, yes, I’ve had them
but I’m with the piano player
despite the water that’s run
under every bridge between us.

That’s a lot of bridges and a lot
of water and too much time,
some would say, to hesitate.
Let God have His mysterious ways;
I’m with the piano player.

Stephen Brooke ©2006

In part, I decided to play around a little with trying to take a fresh approach here to some very hoary cliches (water under the bridge, God's mysterious ways). Don't know if I succeeded.

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