STILL

Nothing ever moved in this house until

I bought a turntable and it broke and 

I had a fellow come in, he was a nice fellow, 

and he repaired it and dusted it off and said 

“Now it’s squeaky clean!” and it started 

moving again and he put on his hat and 

left and nothing moved.

You could say the fan moves in the house 

it’s true but I never see it because I turn it 

on after I turn off the lights and go to 

bed and wonder where you might be now 

if you are happy now as I lie here and 

listen to Ravel andante which really just 

means 'a lonely man in France, walking' 

and he is also not moving in the house.