Heart – that organ which bears a raft Of meanings beyond its cargo Of blood, bile, and hard cold facts–

Today sits in its rain-wet courtyard, Attired like a vain courtesan despite the arthritic feet, jowly jaws, Hair more white than black, Voice more croak than tuneful,

And foolishly hums snatches From ghazals (in Malhar no less!) As if it were performing again In the beloved’s chambers.

You watch the hair of rain Thicken and thin In the headlights of cars As their wheels sluice Through the foamy scruff,

Spraying you in benediction (As tears used to once When you still had Capacity for them),

As you wait to finish listening to a song* Spilling out of café With this refrain:

"You go back, Jack, Do it again, Wheel turning round and round."

* Steely Dan's awesome "Do It Again"