Every day I think about writing a song

being played on a piano

with some interesting lyrics about

Southern California in a rainstorm

and a little boy waving goodbye to

his red bicycle.

It will have several verses to help

accentuate the loss, maybe it stands

for the loss of his innocence

I don’t know.

All I hear is the piano go

and a voice just slightly better

than Randy Newman’s

signing with detached irony.

I like this song.

It would sound great playing on an old

stereo in the background of a movie

about what it means to be a man.