At my behest the woman,
Dead these many years,
Dances on to the stage
Wears a pale yellow dress,
Plays a banjo, sings a song.
Because I ask it of him
My high school principal
Shoots his cuffs and invites
Scott Joplin, whom he once met,
To join him at the piano.
Well and good but who asked
The skinny girl with a guitar
I watched fifty years ago
For nine, maybe ten, minutes
To play so loudly, furious
At being among the dead?
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