Brahms: Intermezzo
The women dress in blue
despite the hue of his bent
fingers arched above the
notes of his intermezzo.

The women of Hamburg
know him well enough to
scold his moderato, placate
his unpardonable smoking
jacket, or the lobe of his
half cocked eyelid.

In making love to the
women of the dirt-riddled
street corners he often
discourses on the purity
of the venerable German
archetypes;

the complexities of the
interwoven intermezzo,
and it's revision, solidified
around a higher degree of
human conditioning; feeding
on scraps of Mozart
and Beethoven and reimagining
the liquefied sound therein.