Poetry

Homage to Satie

Night after night a century ago

Erik Satie set off on foot

at 4:00 a.m. from Paris boites

for his apartment in Auteuil

with ragtime and angelic voices

ringing at random in his ears.

His music smiles at us

but doesn’t let us in.

It slides away

on patent leather shoes. 

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