Written for:  Miz Quickly - Day 13

"We all know the truth about sequels. The truths. There’s something in the original we can’t let go of. Something we want to make love to, or finish, inhabit, watch come to completion. The sequel isn’t a part of the creative impulse. No one has much hope for it, tacked on years later in a time with different sensibilities, different emotional palates.

Doesn’t matter.

Pick a famous [ poem ]. [movie] [song] [painting] and write its sequel. Try, as best you can, to maintain something of the flavor of the original. But if you can’t, do it with your best kung fu."


A crowd gathers
'round the piano
calling out
requests.  Tom is
obliging.  He enjoys
seeing people from
other countries  
meeting in this
American bar, off
the beaten path 
for many.  The owner
is in transit, hoping
to return next
evening.  Tonight
is busy, much of
the bar taken up
by a loud party.
Time wears on,
and Tom closes
piano for the night.  
Front door jingles.  
Tom turns his head.
His eyes bulge
in disbelief,
as she enters.

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