Piano Men

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

The unannounced pianist
was a pummeler –
less Jools Holland
more jewel robber
We politely relocated
from The Griffin’s bar roar
and found ourselves in
a Rocketman party
at another restaurant
five minutes south
where women wore glitter
and sang loud homage
to Elton John’s flickers
of flares of greatness


Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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