Too Much Player Piano
by LateNiteFantasy©
blurred nights, casually wasted
peeking out from behind my eyes
like looking out rainy day car windows
too-fast drunken motion;
striving for grace in arms and legs
that want to separate at the joints
and tumble tired to the tile
you could play tunes for me in your heart
play silent witness,
play unspoken truth
play with me; lock up your
player piano heart, that does the
thinking for you, the piano you'll love
always to play, the keys you love to
tickle because they are too laced with tacks
and you are too afraid
bar's hot enough to wring sweat from
black hearted eightballs
too fast too loud too much
too tired to think straight
draped on a stool
i am damp laundry and
half drunk pitcher beer
falling all out of myself
too many nights, casually wasted
too many clock forgotten seconds and
pitchers of beer and too many noises
too much music too much dancing
too much player piano
