we buzzed but the door was open
in those days everyone came in
smoked talked listened to opera
drinking Pepsis instead of Cokes
later there'd be nothing to do but
read or write watch movies play
the piano no end to that pleasure
although no one listens anymore
smaller casts took over all over
except in revolutionary settings
when it wasn't art but all too real
and we went on playing ourselves
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