Piano is lonely

Waiting for you to return

Hoping not to pass midnight

When night is dark, and 

Roads are empty

The evening is getting longer

Mom is getting older

That is not your concern yet, since

Night is so young for you and friends

You must be on the bus of jubilation

Hating to part the city of civilization

Have you fed your pets today

——Blue Coral 1.28., '16

Notes: K's Italian class went to the city for dinner and then an opera at the Metropolitan Opera. They didn't return till midnight.