In the Back Lot at Hillview Manor

On any given Thursday, 
Papa adjusts the strap 
And plucks out a phrase or two 

Of the Tennessee Waltz. The woman in blue — 
Flowered flannel gestures for absolute 
Silence. Lifting her cane from the tarmac, 

She offers a quavering A. And then they swing 
Into Calloon and the maid on the porch sweeps faster.
We’ll do anything you remember. The slippers keep 

Excellent time. Mrs. McGeary turns her good ear, 
Leans into the arms of her walker. The red shawl 
Slips from her shoulders. She asks for another waltz. 

And it’s goodnight, goodnight Irene, 
Past the moon and the smell of dinner. 
He’ll play till the nurses come calling, 

Their voices a little sharp.