Potions in a Travelling Show

With my right hand, I played Your Song on the piano I bought for $50, wanting to be the Bohemian I never was, my hair long again after years short, trapped by my own lock, missing notes while you loaded your car.

11 Comments on “Potions in a Travelling Show

  1. I love this moment you’ve captured. The way the entire piece is one sentence really helps give it a feel of stopped time. Really nice.

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  2. Sounds like the earth spun around the “you” loading the car and the narrator couldn’t wait for it to stop! Love this take, Jan, very inventive.

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