MR PIANO MAN

Perhaps I walked across the water,

(or was it on it?) as they say.

My wet suit bereft of the labels

So designer-desirable today.

My voice remains conspicuous by its absence;

My nationality a puzzle too.

Do I look like someone

Who is familiar to you?

Maybe I am just a con man

Who got tired of walking.

Please, can I have a piano?

So my fingers can do the talking.