the piano

you measure the door,
count the steps,
the narrow hallway up,
and down
the hall.
you tell the man
where the piano will
go.
he takes off his hat,
wipes his brow
with a white rag
from his pocket.
okay, he says. okay.
we'll see.
he yells to his men
to get out of the truck
and bring it in.
do you play, he says.
not really, you tell him,
but I like pianos,
I like how they look
in a room.
this makes him shake
his head,
then remove the hinges
from the door.