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.