the conductor stands solemnly
waving his baton
to guide the orchestra
unaware
he is supposed to watch
the tracks
the train speeds down

he is god awful
at his job
but just inebriated enough
to not give two shits
about anything but
the second chair clarinet
hitting off key notes

you can’t argue
with a madman
i snarl into the mirror
as i try to write
another poem
while thinking about her and i
at the symphony