In this hotel sits the piano of Cole Porter. You can look at it but you cannot touch it.
You can take a picture of the cigarette burns but cannot touch them, either. This is
something I don’t understand. Cole Porter is gone, and the piano used to be an elephant.
If you are really old, you might have even touched this elephant. You might have even
touched Cole Porter. He was a lovely man. And he certainly seemed like a top-notch elephant.
Who knows? You might have even touched both. And one might have said, “Cut it out!” and
then the other might have said “Ditto!”
About the Author: Ricky Garni was born and raised in Miami and Maine. He works as a graphic designer by day, and writes music by night. His work is widely available in print, on the Web and in a number of anthologies, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize on six occasions.