Whorehouse Piano

“Abstract Piano” by Debra Hurd

play that red silk music

lascivious fingered

glissandos that beckon

the credulous virgin

adapted to easy arousal

of mindlessly eager and

readily tumescent ears

pay no heed to the daylight

that harsh piece of clockwork

immodest with truth

it’s the nighttime holds forth

with sly prurient promises

nubile ideas dripping ecstasy

craved by the plainest and

most inexperienced minds

all it takes is to drop off

one’s ballot in care of

the crone at the door

cheap enough for a few

thrilling hours in arms

of a lover-for-hire

accompanied by that

dissembling piano-man

playing his sheer

insincere serenade

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“My choices in life were either to be a piano player in a whore house or a politician. And to tell the truth, there’s hardly any difference!” – Harry Truman

Thanks to the English Professor for the irresistible cue.