Piano Lesson
You wouldn’t remember, said the teacher, but that entire block was a Steinway showroom. The student does not remember. She grew up in Teaneck. Her playing is cleaner this week. Everything sounds better on her teacher’s baby grand. On her walk to the subway, the street smells of old books. A father in a Yankee sweatshirt wipes hot dog cart mustard from his chin and looks at her. He has missed a spot of mustard, and she bets he has no idea about the block they’re on, everything you should know to stand there.
