Tuesday cobbling up
a behemoth custom cabinet,
at quitting time consider
how it might fit through
the customer’s front door;

then out with the wife
that evening to the park,
a jazz concert, open air,
we bring wine and chairs.
I swig and backward lean,
lost in svelte trombone,
open my eyes to notice
left of stage, the band’s
moving van, extra tall,
on the side written bold

“This trailer is 9’6”, not 8’6””

Dammit I knew
I recognized that song.