Never Shoot The Piano Player When Who You Want Is Listening: Decrescendo To Love...

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Open Poetry #50

Never Shoot The Piano Player When Who You Want Is Listening: Decrescendo To Love...

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

0 posted 2019-01-12 11:27 PM

So thoroughly stated, there was little else to say
Just sitting there, she was...sipping her Sloe Gin Fizz

She had the kind of look on her face that even a stranger would recognize
Ticklefingers, the piano player, was keying up something melancholy

She was all Texas, and Texas did well to call her it’s own
The blossom of youth with the air of a woman...and gams to die for

(Still, she could shake the shingles off the roof if you crossed her!)

Her way of coming downstairs is why they called her “Slinky”
...and what she did upstairs was no less moving

She’s going to let someone love her one day, she says
...and there's so many wanting lovers for her eye

Watch her if you wish, it’s always a pleasure for sure
But wait and see what she does when the music stops...

...just bein' Bluesy

Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius

since 2009-10-10

Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere

1 posted 2019-01-13 05:00 AM

Bluesy,
Apparently`you and good ole Ticklefingers have seen a thang or two at the watering hole. Glad you are only telling us about the purdy ones.I'm sure there are stories about the less than lovely that get better looking at closing time and other desperate pursuits. ~L

Bluesy Socrateaser
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since 2002-11-07

Posts 2417
In The Mirror

2 posted 2019-01-13 03:48 PM

"Pure unadulterated fiction", my dear Miss Lori...just like that clown "Ticklefingers"!