Keyboards

Note the high and the comparative low
I won't read
That's for scholars

I listen and play
That's not for dollars
Hobby? Bah!

Crabby and char
Broiled by my oily keys
Dust-ridden
Unbidden,

Another song develops
And I want to shout:
This is not who I am
I am not, what, exactly here?

That's a taste of the internal confusion engine
That drives my mind
To overuse transition words
And that

While I look at this piano
And wonder
Can an improvised verse
Break my art-starved curse?