Poem by Doniell Cushman
He's tired at his piano lesson
His throat is sore
C chords in inversions, up and down
He asks if the second chords
are in F or G
Runs his hands through his
Thick chestnut hair
Plays with an oversized hoodie on
Chords up and down
Then parallel thirds in octaves
"Oh yeah," he says "I remember
Oh, okay. He takes correction well.
Season's changing in the piano
studio before chromatic scales
C-B-B flat, try that again
Adding in left hand separately
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