The Piano

The piano was coming today
Coming to grace my living room stage
The boys were ready for the turn
In the stairwell of narrow turn.

March, April and May
Waiting for that mahogany case
How could the lid be closed so fast?
For an old lady that came to bust my ass.

She said, “You can’t play in the day, and
You can’t play at night.
We’ve got night shifters and day shifters
And we’ve all got a right.”
Someday, I’m gonna have my say.

It’s no fun,
This place I’m in,
With house coat ladies under my skin.
With peeling eyes and ears for pins,
And seething is the sin I’m spinning in.

The piano was coming today
Coming to grace my apartment space.
The boys were young and eager to learn
In the stairwell of narrow turn.

March, April, May and June,
Listening to that foul baffoon,
God I hope I’m outa here soon,
With his rhyming off his Landlord’s tune.

No parties
no pets
no smokers
no rundowns.

No singing
No stomping
No fighting after
Sundown.

No babies
No laughing
No loving out
Too loud.

No dancing
No playing
No pianos
In this house.

Lyrics and Music by Romina Di Gasbarro (SOCAN)