Erroll's "Percussionist"

I play Erroll Garner's music as the leaves tumble in the wind.

Outside, a man loses his hat in a "maelstrom" of tinier, persistent
                                                       Air.

I can hear the percussion of the man’s hard soled shoes on
    the sidewalk and street as
                                 he is in hot pursuit.
               He seems like a man who is always chasing
                                          "some-thing"…
                In pursuit of this screwed up opportunity     or that…

A woman with a paper shopping bag with broken straps stops
to watch him for a while, smiles with pity then
                                                                       moves on.

The wind has made the street and sidewalk a
                                "keyboard" of sorts…

        The hat and the man, fingers racing along.

        Then, the wind lulls lighter, lightness itself,
as if some certain aspect of a complicated life song just sighed deep
                         into a piano's resonances then is completed…

The man retrieves his fedora, bows gratefully then heads home.