At First
Joan Payne Kincaid
It was great fun
exciting to
live in quaint new/
old surroundings
of winding streets
and two story houses
a small town sort of scale
and tiny apartment
that could barely
accommodate a studio
piano and pull-out
daybed + kitchen.
The cats would sunbathe
on the ground floor window
boxes.
We had guests in
and took them on tours
to Washington Square
and back to Ten Gay Street.
Our two rooms were small
but large enough to practice
and prepare operatic roles.
It was an ubiquitous wandering
at first fun ramble through
the protean aspects of life
in the Village apartment giving tours
for relatives and friends
and singing at Amato's
every opening night;
sadly art eventually turned
into an endless money pit.
