“What Sparkling Cider and Joplin Can Do”

The piano winks the notes from some
Invisible box,
And the tune wears soft frills and
Chiffon
Like a sassy two-tone shoe kicking up
Gaiety and tipsy memories.

Joplin must’ve loved to shimmy in the 1800’s too!

You’d never guess the flirting that twinkles
My dim-lit room,
My shoulders ache from so much dipping and
The stomp
Like a midnight kiss stamps on my puritanical
Neck from the bubbly.