Seven Mary Three Player Piano
(For Tom O. and Kurt V.) Play me like a player piano roll me from the cornersof your dark and dusty shadows Like a player piano, I sit useless most of the time The bar gets darker it swallows up the scarlet The barkeep’s looking thin We sit together until only the piano of the player remains Tell me why you won’t keep it Tie me up in a shoe-string box She don’t keep it if she don’t need it Get me out of the deep end my legs are dangling over the roof The room gets brighter when I can see inside her when I can turn the switch But she’s so together I can do the damage and she can manage the flames
