“A love that’s shining like a harbor light”*
A young man stands on a bare stage,
the grand piano having been rolled
into the wings, the only light
two EXIT signs, what audience
there might have been, long since
parted into the night, the neon streets.
The young man, boy really, strikes the pose
afforded all such solitary singers,
the forlorn joy of a young man alone.
*from “Lonely Town,” Leonard Bernstein, Betty Comden, Adolph Green